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 Ukraine and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Robert Palmer 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Gang Starr,
The Happenings,
The Victims,
Eve St. Jones,
Ten City,
Gang of Four,
Darondo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Das Ding,
DJ Sneak,
The Offenders,
Groovy Waters,
Ronnie Foster,
Andrew Hill,
The Divine Comedy,
MC5,
Boogie Down Productions,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fire Engines,
Kaleidoscope,
Warren Ellis,
Lungfish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Howard Jones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Mummies,
Boz Scaggs,
Sällskapet,
Neil Young,
Dual Sessions,
Jawbox,
Section 25,
Nick Fraelich,
The Moleskins,
Al Stewart,
Pylon,
Hasil Adkins,
Traffic Nightmare,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barrington Levy,
Soft Machine,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Monks,
Rites of Spring,
Soulsonic Force,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Brand Nubian,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gun Club,
Spoonie Gee,
Quadrant,
The United States of America,
Johnny Clarke,
Wolf Eyes,
Alice Coltrane,
Bronski Beat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ponytail,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.