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 Liberia and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Count Five to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Unrelated Segments,
Tommy Roe,
Magazine,
The Golliwogs,
Henry Cow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sex Pistols,
Mo-Dettes,
Jeff Mills,
Pagans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lungfish,
The Gladiators,
Agent Orange,
Visage,
The Buckinghams,
Piero Umiliani,
The Gap Band,
In Retrospect,
Procol Harum,
Monolake,
Negative Approach,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Erykah Badu,
Erasure,
Jerry's Kids,
Ituana,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alphaville,
The Stooges,
Soul II Soul,
Popol Vuh,
Soft Cell,
Man Eating Sloth,
Chris & Cosey,
Eden Ahbez,
Nico,
The Young Rascals,
Delta 5,
The Tremeloes,
Cybotron,
Wally Richardson,
John Coltrane,
Excepter,
The Techniques,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Monks,
Adolescents,
Accadde A,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Depeche Mode,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Johnny Clarke,
Radio Birdman,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.