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 Venezuela and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Circle Jerks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Smog,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brothers Johnson,
KRS-One,
Can,
Glambeats Corp.,
Make Up,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang of Four,
Leonard Cohen,
The Birthday Party,
CMW,
Tom Boy,
Barry Ungar,
The Happenings,
Los Fastidios,
The Walker Brothers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Outsiders,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Moleskins,
Sandy B,
Average White Band,
Q and Not U,
The Barracudas,
Con Funk Shun,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Harmonia,
The American Breed,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Wake,
Susan Cadogan,
The Human League,
Roxy Music,
Jimmy McGriff,
Patti Smith,
Lightning Bolt,
Barbara Tucker,
Nico,
Amon Düül,
Lyres,
Technova,
John Lydon,
Iggy Pop,
Moss Icon,
Morten Harket,
Kenny Larkin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minnie Riperton,
Laurel Aitken,
Danielle Patucci,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sixth Finger,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Janne Schatter,
Intrusion,
Thompson Twins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.