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 Bangladesh and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Glenn Branca,
Amazonics,
Erasure,
Nik Kershaw,
Godley & Creme,
DNA,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Swans,
The United States of America,
Nick Fraelich,
Deadbeat,
Country Teasers,
Sex Pistols,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Todd Terry,
Fad Gadget,
Scrapy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Von Mondo,
Quando Quango,
Marcia Griffiths,
Isaac Hayes,
The Real Kids,
Roxy Music,
Eden Ahbez,
The Golliwogs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rufus Thomas,
The Buckinghams,
The Motions,
The Stooges,
Rod Modell,
Basic Channel,
Donald Byrd,
The Associates,
Andrew Hill,
Monks,
Siglo XX,
Public Image Ltd.,
Skarface,
Rites of Spring,
Terry Callier,
Pagans,
Kerri Chandler,
Joyce Sims,
The Residents,
Monolake,
Erykah Badu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Human League,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kayak,
Tim Buckley,
Niagra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gichy Dan,
The Barracudas,
Quadrant,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Visage,
Flash Fearless,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.