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 Sierra Leone and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
The Smoke,
Soulsonic Force,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cramps,
Brothers Johnson,
Warren Ellis,
Goldenarms,
Joy Division,
Pagans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
48th St. Collective,
The Names,
Rakim,
L. Decosne,
Magazine,
The Leaves,
Bang On A Can,
The Gap Band,
The Wake,
Tropical Tobacco,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DNA,
Laurel Aitken,
Crash Course in Science,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Moody Blues,
Sun Ra,
Barrington Levy,
June of 44,
Roxette,
Jacques Brel,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Accadde A,
The Doors,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Porter Ricks,
Thompson Twins,
the Sonics,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wings,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cowsills,
Minutemen,
The Modern Lovers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Q and Not U,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grandmaster Flash,
U.S. Maple,
a-ha,
Essential Logic,
UT,
Lungfish,
The Stooges,
Second Layer,
The Golliwogs,
The Black Dice,
Roxy Music,
Morten Harket,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.