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 Tuvalu and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord 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 Newcleus to the rap 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Alton Ellis,
Todd Terry,
Outsiders,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Public Enemy,
The Count Five,
Clear Light,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
New York Dolls,
T.S.O.L.,
Q and Not U,
Patti Smith,
The Associates,
Sound Behaviour,
Hashim,
X-Ray Spex,
Joensuu 1685,
Q65,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Selecter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pulsallama,
Intrusion,
Faust,
Heaven 17,
Aloha Tigers,
Excepter,
T. Rex,
Y Pants,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gastr Del Sol,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Flesh Eaters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Radiohead,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Angels of Light,
Buzzcocks,
Can,
Inner City,
The Star Department,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pussy Galore,
Electric Prunes,
ABBA,
John Cale,
The Index,
K-Klass,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aural Exciters,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Monochrome Set,
Flamin' Groovies,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dual Sessions,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.