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 Andorra and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Black Bananas to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
The Barracudas,
The Happenings,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scientists,
Grey Daturas,
Connie Case,
Massinfluence,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
New York Dolls,
L. Decosne,
Quantec,
John Coltrane,
The Cowsills,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sister Nancy,
Peter & Gordon,
The Associates,
Lakeside,
Supertramp,
Kaleidoscope,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sun Ra,
Lalann,
Chris & Cosey,
Buzzcocks,
The Buckinghams,
Peter and Kerry,
The Searchers,
Tubeway Army,
Robert Görl,
The Slackers,
The Wake,
Aloha Tigers,
Gil Scott Heron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ponytail,
Alton Ellis,
Soft Machine,
Visage,
Aswad,
Rites of Spring,
Tres Demented,
Easy Going,
Moby Grape,
Au Pairs,
Cal Tjader,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Divine Comedy,
Gabor Szabo,
DJ Sneak,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Don Cherry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Toni Rubio,
Pharoah Sanders,
Goldenarms,
The Cure,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.