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 Djibouti and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 The Slackers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang of Four,
Main Source,
Nico,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Infiniti,
Cluster,
James White and The Blacks,
X-101,
Easy Going,
PIL,
the Germs,
Eli Mardock,
Roxette,
The Tremeloes,
R.M.O.,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gladiators,
Gastr Del Sol,
48th St. Collective,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Beau Brummels,
Hoover,
Joensuu 1685,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barry Ungar,
The Mojo Men,
Khruangbin,
Bill Near,
Tears for Fears,
X-Ray Spex,
Drexciya,
Agitation Free,
Connie Case,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rakim,
Excepter,
Wasted Youth,
Jeff Lynne,
Chris & Cosey,
Camouflage,
Barrington Levy,
The Knickerbockers,
Sun City Girls,
Amon Düül II,
The Invisible,
Little Man,
The Motions,
The Fuzztones,
Von Mondo,
Jeff Mills,
John Lydon,
Television,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Don Cherry,
John Cale,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pantaleimon,
The Fire Engines,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nils Olav,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.