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 Swaziland and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Electric Prunes to the electroclash 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Pole,
Can,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mantronix,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Associates,
Animal Collective,
The Blackbyrds,
The Kinks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Last Poets,
Rakim,
The Fuzztones,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Blues Magoos,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cybotron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Boz Scaggs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Zapp,
Barclay James Harvest,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Divine Comedy,
The Count Five,
Suicide,
Wings,
48th St. Collective,
Swans,
Minny Pops,
Black Flag,
The Smoke,
The Walker Brothers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marc Almond,
The Slits,
Pantaleimon,
Max Romeo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scan 7,
Wolf Eyes,
China Crisis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Metal Thangz,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Five Americans,
Barrington Levy,
The Fortunes,
Make Up,
Deakin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fear,
Frankie Knuckles,
Magazine,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.