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 Iraq and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Tropical Tobacco to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Pylon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Soft Cell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Suicide,
A Certain Ratio,
Max Romeo,
Animal Collective,
Gabor Szabo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Magma,
The Names,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Reed,
K-Klass,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
In Retrospect,
The Black Dice,
Panda Bear,
Lower 48,
Ken Boothe,
The Cramps,
Alphaville,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Graham Central Station,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Funky Four + One,
Patti Smith,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Christie,
a-ha,
The Sound,
Neil Young,
Eric Dolphy,
Roger Hodgson,
Skarface,
Shuggie Otis,
Pierre Henry,
B.T. Express,
Peter and Kerry,
Soulsonic Force,
Radio Birdman,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Zeros,
The Divine Comedy,
Monks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marc Almond,
Nas,
Cybotron,
Danielle Patucci,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Moleskins,
Reuben Wilson,
Ponytail,
Joe Finger,
The Sonics,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.