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 Laos and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar 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 Sonny Sharrock to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Barracudas,
Cluster,
Maurizio,
Maleditus Sound,
Eddi Front,
Youth Brigade,
Charles Mingus,
Joe Smooth,
The Alarm Clocks,
A Certain Ratio,
Groovy Waters,
David McCallum,
Don Cherry,
a-ha,
The Moleskins,
Chrome,
Carl Craig,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bluetip,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Standells,
Banda Bassotti,
The Count Five,
Eden Ahbez,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grey Daturas,
Tres Demented,
Negative Approach,
The Mummies,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sixth Finger,
Curtis Mayfield,
David Axelrod,
Black Moon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Funky Four + One,
The Cramps,
Hashim,
La Düsseldorf,
Yusef Lateef,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mo-Dettes,
the Slits,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ponytail,
Dave Gahan,
Altered Images,
Sarah Menescal,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Move,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Funkadelic,
Mantronix,
The Human League,
Cal Tjader,
Electric Prunes,
Infiniti,
Barry Ungar,
X-102,
Minor Threat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.