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 Greece and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
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 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 Black Bananas to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
The Stooges,
Severed Heads,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Technova,
Man Eating Sloth,
Interpol,
Excepter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Au Pairs,
David Bowie,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fall,
Tomorrow,
The Cure,
U.S. Maple,
Lakeside,
The Saints,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
DJ Sneak,
Dave Gahan,
Pantytec,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fela Kuti,
The American Breed,
The Sonics,
Talk Talk,
Magma,
Ultravox,
June Days,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Sonics,
Heaven 17,
The Residents,
Andrew Hill,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Average White Band,
Steve Hackett,
Simply Red,
The Remains,
The Real Kids,
Arcadia,
Slave,
Lungfish,
Barry Ungar,
AZ,
Clear Light,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Iggy Pop,
Stetsasonic,
Q and Not U,
Janne Schatter,
Index,
Traffic Nightmare,
Magazine,
The Smiths,
Don Cherry,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultra Naté,
Accadde A,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Normal,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.