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 Iceland and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 June of 44 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fire Engines,
Lyres,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Trojans,
The Sonics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joe Smooth,
the Sonics,
Isaac Hayes,
U.S. Maple,
Bill Near,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Flag,
DJ Style,
Ponytail,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Moon,
Jacob Miller,
Gang of Four,
Lightning Bolt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jerry's Kids,
Alton Ellis,
Brand Nubian,
Minnie Riperton,
Audionom,
X-101,
Cybotron,
Liliput,
Aswad,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Neil Young,
Ronnie Foster,
Grey Daturas,
Bluetip,
AZ,
The Litter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eric Copeland,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Duran Duran,
China Crisis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Suicide,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
B.T. Express,
The Smiths,
The Velvet Underground,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Derrick May,
D'Angelo,
The Electric Prunes,
Al Stewart,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.