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 Gabon and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Subhumans to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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 Raincoats,
Arab on Radar,
Mars,
Minutemen,
Robert Hood,
Anakelly,
Bluetip,
The Grass Roots,
Chris Corsano,
John Holt,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Guru Guru,
Barry Ungar,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wasted Youth,
Tim Buckley,
Aaron Thompson,
Main Source,
Al Stewart,
Suburban Knight,
Graham Central Station,
Scan 7,
Delta 5,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Matthew Bourne,
Pierre Henry,
Youth Brigade,
Make Up,
Amon Düül II,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brick,
Hasil Adkins,
Lower 48,
Peter & Gordon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ponytail,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Boz Scaggs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Slits,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deakin,
The Kinks,
The Knickerbockers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scott Walker,
Pantytec,
Television Personalities,
Spandau Ballet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
China Crisis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Judy Mowatt,
Joe Smooth,
Skarface,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Star Department,
Charles Mingus,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.