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 Tunisia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Bizarre Inc. to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
FM Einheit,
Flamin' Groovies,
Boredoms,
Anthony Braxton,
The Toasters,
Harmonia,
Gang Starr,
Pussy Galore,
Suicide,
Unwound,
Rapeman,
The Shadows of Knight,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Masters at Work,
Jerry's Kids,
Lakeside,
Kas Product,
Sparks,
the Bar-Kays,
Angry Samoans,
David Bowie,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Godley & Creme,
Black Moon,
Surgeon,
Basic Channel,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sight & Sound,
The Names,
Alison Limerick,
Sun City Girls,
Nirvana,
Sam Rivers,
The Electric Prunes,
The Leaves,
Mission of Burma,
Black Bananas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nation of Ulysses,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camouflage,
JFA,
Yellowson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Simply Red,
Bobby Byrd,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rakim,
Ten City,
Derrick May,
Quando Quango,
Lindisfarne,
Skaos,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cramps,
Judy Mowatt,
Scientists,
Tres Demented,
Susan Cadogan,
Spandau Ballet,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.