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 Fiji and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Gastr Del Sol to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Avey Tare,
Suicide,
Bronski Beat,
Intrusion,
Television Personalities,
Warren Ellis,
Brand Nubian,
In Retrospect,
Nik Kershaw,
Mandrill,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marc Almond,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Erasure,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Music Machine,
Pantaleimon,
John Holt,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Desert Stars,
Smog,
Niagra,
The Flesh Eaters,
Icehouse,
The Cure,
The Wake,
Nils Olav,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Radio Birdman,
Los Fastidios,
The Doors,
CMW,
Roger Hodgson,
Terry Callier,
Sarah Menescal,
Ponytail,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eden Ahbez,
Connie Case,
Matthew Halsall,
The Young Rascals,
Bizarre Inc.,
Thee Headcoats,
Patti Smith,
Eric Copeland,
A Certain Ratio,
The Offenders,
The Residents,
Lee Hazlewood,
Qualms,
Bill Near,
X-Ray Spex,
Unrelated Segments,
Altered Images,
Swell Maps,
Lyres,
Donald Byrd,
Loose Ends,
Sonny Sharrock,
Guru Guru,
L. Decosne,
48th St. Collective,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.