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 Ecuador and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 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 Banda Bassotti to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Youth Brigade,
Alphaville,
Organ,
Black Flag,
Royal Trux,
The Black Dice,
Janne Schatter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultravox,
Zero Boys,
Althea and Donna,
Ossler,
Stiv Bators,
Jandek,
Erasure,
Ice-T,
Lou Reed,
Anthony Braxton,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
FM Einheit,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sonny Sharrock,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Magazine,
Au Pairs,
Swans,
Agitation Free,
Don Cherry,
Severed Heads,
Jerry's Kids,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Davy DMX,
Graham Central Station,
Freddie Wadling,
The Seeds,
Rod Modell,
The Slits,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Isaac Hayes,
Excepter,
K-Klass,
The Divine Comedy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Quantec,
Loose Ends,
Funkadelic,
Ronan,
Slick Rick,
The Real Kids,
Harry Pussy,
Neu!,
Wasted Youth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grauzone,
Parry Music,
X-101,
The Fall,
Desert Stars,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Monochrome Set,
The Smiths,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.