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 Finland and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Absolute Body Control to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Derrick May,
Jacques Brel,
Delta 5,
Banda Bassotti,
T. Rex,
Faraquet,
Gong,
Barclay James Harvest,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Leonard Cohen,
Eden Ahbez,
Minny Pops,
Barrington Levy,
Con Funk Shun,
Juan Atkins,
Lightning Bolt,
Erykah Badu,
Monks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Can,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Coltrane,
Qualms,
The Beau Brummels,
T.S.O.L.,
Silicon Teens,
Prince Buster,
UT,
Unrelated Segments,
James White and The Blacks,
The Doors,
Dawn Penn,
Oneida,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Gun Club,
Howard Jones,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Magma,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Andrew Hill,
Fad Gadget,
Tommy Roe,
Niagra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nik Kershaw,
Model 500,
Nils Olav,
Dark Day,
Hardrive,
Vainqueur,
The Slackers,
Blossom Toes,
Lalann,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cheater Slicks,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.