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 Burkina and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Stiv Bators to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Maurizio,
Eric Copeland,
Stockholm Monsters,
China Crisis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Monochrome Set,
The Smoke,
F. McDonald,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Last Poets,
The Wake,
Fugazi,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Harmonia,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Clear Light,
June of 44,
Roger Hodgson,
Ohio Players,
Flash Fearless,
Rufus Thomas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ludus,
The Fuzztones,
MC5,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Selecter,
Television Personalities,
Eric Dolphy,
The Cramps,
Oneida,
Parry Music,
New Age Steppers,
John Cale,
the Swans,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Count Five,
Hoover,
the Germs,
Cheater Slicks,
Rod Modell,
Harry Pussy,
Wasted Youth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marmalade,
The Vogues,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Freddie Wadling,
T.S.O.L.,
In Retrospect,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
X-Ray Spex,
Lou Christie,
Tomorrow,
New York Dolls,
Duran Duran,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Angels of Light,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.