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 Marshall Islands and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe 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 Lucky Dragons to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar 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 güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
The Gap Band,
Rites of Spring,
The Raincoats,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scott Walker,
Robert Görl,
Das Ding,
Shoche,
The Names,
Quando Quango,
Leonard Cohen,
Derrick Morgan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Severed Heads,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cecil Taylor,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Blake Baxter,
Sister Nancy,
Sarah Menescal,
EPMD,
Lou Reed,
AZ,
Peter & Gordon,
Anakelly,
Agitation Free,
Scratch Acid,
R.M.O.,
Cameo,
Althea and Donna,
Boz Scaggs,
The Young Rascals,
Joe Smooth,
Deepchord,
Von Mondo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Spandau Ballet,
Alice Coltrane,
Organ,
Con Funk Shun,
Vladislav Delay,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pulsallama,
Guru Guru,
E-Dancer,
Jeff Mills,
Kenny Larkin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roger Hodgson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Erasure,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kas Product,
Erykah Badu,
Model 500,
Clear Light,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Laurel Aitken,
Judy Mowatt,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.