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 Eritrea and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Quantec to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gories,
Boogie Down Productions,
Infiniti,
Half Japanese,
Leonard Cohen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dead Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
Babytalk,
Excepter,
Smog,
Faust,
Eve St. Jones,
Joe Smooth,
LL Cool J,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Neon Judgement,
Amon Düül II,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Can,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stiv Bators,
Scion,
Franke,
David Axelrod,
Brick,
Intrusion,
Massinfluence,
Malaria!,
Ronan,
Rapeman,
Nils Olav,
Inner City,
Sex Pistols,
Pere Ubu,
Erasure,
The Seeds,
The Trojans,
Index,
Hardrive,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tommy Roe,
Bobby Byrd,
Slick Rick,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hoover,
Theoretical Girls,
Oneida,
Sister Nancy,
Marvin Gaye,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nik Kershaw,
Au Pairs,
Nirvana,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.