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 Burkina and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bill Wells to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic 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 punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Sam Rivers,
Blancmange,
Mission of Burma,
Intrusion,
Grauzone,
Subhumans,
Henry Cow,
The Fortunes,
Guru Guru,
Robert Hood,
Circle Jerks,
Morten Harket,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Michelle Simonal,
Little Man,
The Flesh Eaters,
Albert Ayler,
The Gories,
Junior Murvin,
Prince Buster,
Yusef Lateef,
Tommy Roe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Associates,
The Evens,
Pylon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Godley & Creme,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
cv313,
The Vogues,
Pussy Galore,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Davy DMX,
the Germs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cecil Taylor,
Franke,
Marmalade,
Tomorrow,
The Slits,
Cameo,
Rekid,
Aural Exciters,
Terry Callier,
the Soft Cell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wolf Eyes,
Smog,
Hot Snakes,
Thompson Twins,
48th St. Collective,
Minor Threat,
Rakim,
Sonic Youth,
The Selecter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.