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 Indonesia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Beau Brummels to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
La Düsseldorf,
Carl Craig,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Quando Quango,
Grey Daturas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rakim,
Moby Grape,
Junior Murvin,
Reuben Wilson,
Livin' Joy,
The Tremeloes,
Radiohead,
Ken Boothe,
Eli Mardock,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gories,
The Star Department,
The Busters,
Section 25,
Cheater Slicks,
Negative Approach,
Eric Copeland,
The Leaves,
Mad Mike,
Freddie Wadling,
Toni Rubio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dual Sessions,
David Bowie,
Porter Ricks,
Fluxion,
The Move,
The Victims,
Intrusion,
Index,
Eve St. Jones,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Womack,
Johnny Clarke,
Yusef Lateef,
Isaac Hayes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Suicide,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Josef K,
Brass Construction,
The Cramps,
Skaos,
Danielle Patucci,
The Modern Lovers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Dead C,
The Raincoats,
Royal Trux,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Girls At Our Best!,
Basic Channel,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.