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 Taiwan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 David Bowie 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 Germs to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The American Breed,
Eden Ahbez,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bluetip,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Buckinghams,
Sex Pistols,
Slick Rick,
The Barracudas,
A Certain Ratio,
UT,
Dave Gahan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tres Demented,
Guru Guru,
Minor Threat,
Eric Dolphy,
Can,
The Searchers,
Loose Ends,
The Mighty Diamonds,
B.T. Express,
Boredoms,
X-101,
X-102,
EPMD,
Moss Icon,
Crime,
Matthew Bourne,
Faust,
Stiv Bators,
Swans,
Leonard Cohen,
Bill Wells,
Glenn Branca,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wolf Eyes,
Con Funk Shun,
The Smiths,
The Vogues,
Prince Buster,
Sight & Sound,
Eddi Front,
Main Source,
The Mummies,
Fad Gadget,
Jeff Lynne,
Panda Bear,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brick,
Amon Düül II,
Joe Smooth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Susan Cadogan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Flesh Eaters,
June of 44,
Das Ding,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.