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 Russia and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Smiths to the techno 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Albert Ayler,
Stetsasonic,
Marmalade,
Index,
Jacob Miller,
The Cramps,
This Heat,
Quando Quango,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Surgeon,
Pierre Henry,
Trumans Water,
Sex Pistols,
Barrington Levy,
Parry Music,
Godley & Creme,
Moby Grape,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pere Ubu,
Kool Moe Dee,
Graham Central Station,
Joe Smooth,
Scott Walker,
The Neon Judgement,
Buzzcocks,
Ice-T,
Hashim,
Crooked Eye,
Wings,
Colin Newman,
Excepter,
Iggy Pop,
Deadbeat,
The Dirtbombs,
The American Breed,
Rakim,
Eurythmics,
Eve St. Jones,
The Mojo Men,
Theoretical Girls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Flipper,
Anthony Braxton,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fire Engines,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Sonics,
The Grass Roots,
Nico,
Bauhaus,
Andrew Hill,
Wasted Youth,
Glenn Branca,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.