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 United States and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Searchers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mr. Review,
The Moody Blues,
Pantytec,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Slackers,
The Gladiators,
Masters at Work,
Lightning Bolt,
The Modern Lovers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Oneida,
Japan,
The Index,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Last Poets,
Lalo Schifrin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Agent Orange,
The Dave Clark Five,
Brick,
Nirvana,
Vladislav Delay,
Thee Headcoats,
Echospace,
Amon Düül,
The Mummies,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Don Cherry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joe Smooth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Severed Heads,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Henry Cow,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mars,
the Bar-Kays,
Simply Red,
Altered Images,
the Sonics,
Nik Kershaw,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scion,
Blake Baxter,
Dawn Penn,
Grandmaster Flash,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cowsills,
Brass Construction,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Leaves,
New Order,
Lungfish,
Motorama,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.