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 Latvia and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the grunge 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Arab on Radar,
Mad Mike,
The Cramps,
Rod Modell,
Nils Olav,
The Divine Comedy,
The Slackers,
Ludus,
Kas Product,
X-101,
Albert Ayler,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ten City,
The Victims,
Tres Demented,
Crash Course in Science,
Slave,
The Leaves,
Agitation Free,
The Fire Engines,
Panda Bear,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Sonics,
Technova,
Altered Images,
Frankie Knuckles,
Q65,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ultra Naté,
Theoretical Girls,
Kaleidoscope,
Stetsasonic,
The Velvet Underground,
Royal Trux,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Half Japanese,
Robert Wyatt,
Alphaville,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
KRS-One,
Sex Pistols,
Country Teasers,
Warren Ellis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lee Hazlewood,
New Order,
Bobby Byrd,
Lungfish,
Eric Dolphy,
cv313,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Seeds,
Roy Ayers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Public Enemy,
Warsaw,
Steve Hackett,
Silicon Teens,
UT,
Reagan Youth,
The Golliwogs,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.