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 Thailand and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roxy Music,
The Knickerbockers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joy Division,
Royal Trux,
Colin Newman,
The Sonics,
Scratch Acid,
Ultravox,
Roxette,
Lee Hazlewood,
Smog,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Slits,
Skriet,
Television,
Camouflage,
Jandek,
Warsaw,
Soft Cell,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Smoke,
Buzzcocks,
Todd Terry,
Pussy Galore,
Sister Nancy,
The Pretty Things,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Sheep,
The Electric Prunes,
Rakim,
Robert Wyatt,
Inner City,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Andrew Hill,
Bronski Beat,
The Trojans,
The Evens,
New Age Steppers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Junior Murvin,
Robert Hood,
48th St. Collective,
Iggy Pop,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Model 500,
Reuben Wilson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Section 25,
Blake Baxter,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Buckinghams,
Parry Music,
The Durutti Column,
Idris Muhammad,
the Germs,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.