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 Mauritius and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Public Image Ltd. to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Lucky Dragons,
Rekid,
Lower 48,
Radiohead,
Chrome,
Pussy Galore,
Jeff Lynne,
Nas,
The Blackbyrds,
Procol Harum,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
U.S. Maple,
The Pretty Things,
Crash Course in Science,
Skaos,
Pagans,
Quantec,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mo-Dettes,
Steve Hackett,
Bobby Womack,
Terry Callier,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joyce Sims,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ohio Players,
The Durutti Column,
A Flock of Seagulls,
David Axelrod,
Danielle Patucci,
Harry Pussy,
Derrick Morgan,
Freddie Wadling,
Arab on Radar,
Pet Shop Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Swell Maps,
The Searchers,
Hardrive,
Flipper,
Das Ding,
The Evens,
Bobby Byrd,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Newcleus,
Goldenarms,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sparks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eddi Front,
Clear Light,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dead Boys,
Yazoo,
June of 44,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Smiths,
Albert Ayler,
Maurizio,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.