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 Azerbaijan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Lou Reed 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the dance 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
the Swans,
The Motions,
The Moody Blues,
MDC,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Icehouse,
the Normal,
Magma,
48th St. Collective,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Warsaw,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Doors,
Unwound,
Massinfluence,
Angry Samoans,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fugs,
Junior Murvin,
Underground Resistance,
Fat Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
10cc,
Excepter,
The Litter,
Peter & Gordon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lyres,
Delta 5,
Andrew Hill,
Scrapy,
K-Klass,
Sonic Youth,
Tomorrow,
Cecil Taylor,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Metal Thangz,
Grey Daturas,
AZ,
the Bar-Kays,
8 Eyed Spy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scan 7,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Harmonia,
Ludus,
Moebius,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Drexciya,
The Divine Comedy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultimate Spinach,
Accadde A,
D'Angelo,
Eli Mardock,
Unrelated Segments,
Isaac Hayes,
Letta Mbulu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.