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 Kenya and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 the Slits to the rap 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Sonics,
The Fall,
The Divine Comedy,
The Wake,
The Fuzztones,
The Gladiators,
Derrick May,
Glenn Branca,
The Moleskins,
Accadde A,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fela Kuti,
Technova,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
T.S.O.L.,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Mojo Men,
Trumans Water,
the Soft Cell,
The Fortunes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Depeche Mode,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Neil Young,
Livin' Joy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Evens,
John Foxx,
The Busters,
Lower 48,
Slick Rick,
Leonard Cohen,
Q65,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
PIL,
Dead Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Judy Mowatt,
Tres Demented,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sparks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
James White and The Blacks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bill Wells,
Morten Harket,
Y Pants,
Jawbox,
Bobby Sherman,
U.S. Maple,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Anthony Braxton,
La Düsseldorf,
Inner City,
The American Breed,
The Dirtbombs,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.