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 Guinea and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Lou Reed 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 Arcadia to the electroclash 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Porter Ricks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bronski Beat,
Rekid,
Ludus,
Depeche Mode,
Terrestrial Tones,
Malaria!,
Bush Tetras,
Nirvana,
Liliput,
Toni Rubio,
Organ,
Quando Quango,
Hot Snakes,
Main Source,
Quantec,
Loose Ends,
Godley & Creme,
Fatback Band,
Eli Mardock,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crispy Ambulance,
Colin Newman,
The Kinks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
David McCallum,
Joyce Sims,
Crash Course in Science,
Cybotron,
DJ Style,
Duran Duran,
Joey Negro,
This Heat,
New Age Steppers,
Judy Mowatt,
Sun Ra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Magma,
Letta Mbulu,
The American Breed,
Wire,
Black Pus,
Juan Atkins,
Slick Rick,
The Pretty Things,
MC5,
Anthony Braxton,
Oblivians,
Public Image Ltd.,
Underground Resistance,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barbara Tucker,
JFA,
Camberwell Now,
Gong,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mary Jane Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Slits,
One Last Wish,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.