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 Tunisia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Television,
Quando Quango,
Sound Behaviour,
ABC,
The Cramps,
Eddi Front,
X-102,
The Doors,
Make Up,
New York Dolls,
The Monks,
Nick Fraelich,
Rod Modell,
CMW,
Dual Sessions,
Gichy Dan,
Bronski Beat,
The Durutti Column,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hoover,
Boredoms,
Dark Day,
Minutemen,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Letta Mbulu,
Bill Wells,
Jeff Mills,
The Last Poets,
Severed Heads,
Buzzcocks,
Reuben Wilson,
The Slits,
Crispy Ambulance,
10cc,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Japan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Al Stewart,
Cluster,
Fear,
Cheater Slicks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crime,
Mandrill,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Sonics,
Bang On A Can,
Swans,
Parry Music,
X-Ray Spex,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Vainqueur,
Neu!,
Barbara Tucker,
Bob Dylan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Loose Ends,
MDC,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.