Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Norway and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Little Man to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dawn Penn,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ken Boothe,
The Modern Lovers,
E-Dancer,
Althea and Donna,
48th St. Collective,
Moby Grape,
Duran Duran,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Outsiders,
China Crisis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mr. Review,
Circle Jerks,
Rites of Spring,
Spandau Ballet,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aloha Tigers,
Grey Daturas,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Real Kids,
The Trojans,
John Lydon,
Matthew Bourne,
The Doobie Brothers,
Amon Düül II,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Selecter,
UT,
Mark Hollis,
The Leaves,
Hot Snakes,
The Birthday Party,
Siglo XX,
The Fuzztones,
Suicide,
John Holt,
Joy Division,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Zapp,
Agent Orange,
The Young Rascals,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eddi Front,
Soul II Soul,
Davy DMX,
Lou Reed,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hardrive,
Crime,
The Knickerbockers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Human League,
Monks,
X-102,
Arab on Radar,
Aswad,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.