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 Tajikistan and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb 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 Oneida to the electroclash 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Skatalites,
Charles Mingus,
The Moody Blues,
Excepter,
Roy Ayers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Liliput,
Robert Hood,
Adolescents,
Lyres,
Radiohead,
Lightning Bolt,
Tommy Roe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scion,
Sound Behaviour,
Dorothy Ashby,
Robert Görl,
Magazine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mark Hollis,
Mad Mike,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aswad,
Wings,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Beau Brummels,
Pulsallama,
Agitation Free,
Pussy Galore,
Audionom,
Urselle,
Intrusion,
The Gladiators,
Bill Wells,
Lungfish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Normal,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Move,
Anakelly,
These Immortal Souls,
Q and Not U,
Metal Thangz,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Average White Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Judy Mowatt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Technova,
The Leaves,
The Gun Club,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.