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 Maldives and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet 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 Nico to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marc Almond,
The Leaves,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Infiniti,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
One Last Wish,
Royal Trux,
Country Teasers,
The Index,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mad Mike,
Mr. Review,
Popol Vuh,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Flipper,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Byrd,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barry Ungar,
Arthur Verocai,
Tubeway Army,
Lalann,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Buckinghams,
Sex Pistols,
Theoretical Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scratch Acid,
Lindisfarne,
Minutemen,
John Cale,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sound Behaviour,
Tim Buckley,
The Angels of Light,
Grey Daturas,
Marvin Gaye,
Sparks,
The Smiths,
The American Breed,
Henry Cow,
Suicide,
Ice-T,
Organ,
Robert Wyatt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yellowson,
The Fuzztones,
The Barracudas,
Scientists,
Con Funk Shun,
Rhythm & Sound,
Susan Cadogan,
Tommy Roe,
T. Rex,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cameo,
Scrapy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.