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 Egypt and from Mumbai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Cramps to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Matthew Bourne,
Quantec,
Sonny Sharrock,
Zero Boys,
Lower 48,
Faust,
Terry Callier,
Malaria!,
The Move,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Moon,
Jawbox,
Yazoo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Motions,
The Human League,
ABC,
The Happenings,
Sonic Youth,
Scrapy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Birthday Party,
Minnie Riperton,
Reagan Youth,
The Real Kids,
Monolake,
The Velvet Underground,
Simply Red,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bill Wells,
Thompson Twins,
The Cure,
Eddi Front,
The Sonics,
Intrusion,
the Slits,
The Pretty Things,
F. McDonald,
Procol Harum,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dawn Penn,
Michelle Simonal,
The Doors,
Don Cherry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rosa Yemen,
Pantytec,
Cal Tjader,
The Grass Roots,
Chris & Cosey,
Brothers Johnson,
Joe Finger,
Index,
Robert Hood,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Porter Ricks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.