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 Chad and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Piero Umiliani to the dance 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Anakelly,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Beau Brummels,
Marc Almond,
The Wake,
Alison Limerick,
Isaac Hayes,
Joe Finger,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pylon,
Organ,
Hasil Adkins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Blossom Toes,
Mad Mike,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Slackers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Porter Ricks,
The Fortunes,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Music Machine,
Moby Grape,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Babytalk,
Amazonics,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Saints,
The Evens,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scratch Acid,
Godley & Creme,
World's Most,
Mantronix,
the Germs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ornette Coleman,
Alice Coltrane,
The Barracudas,
Eli Mardock,
Inner City,
The Gap Band,
Cameo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
T.S.O.L.,
Flash Fearless,
The Black Dice,
Neu!,
Delta 5,
The Pop Group,
Young Marble Giants,
Nirvana,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fire Engines,
X-102,
MDC,
Pulsallama,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.