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 Nepal and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the crunk 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Reed,
Spandau Ballet,
Freddie Wadling,
Erasure,
Fear,
CMW,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jerry's Kids,
Scion,
Half Japanese,
Yellowson,
Kerri Chandler,
Joey Negro,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marvin Gaye,
Grey Daturas,
Black Flag,
John Foxx,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Dave Clark Five,
Leonard Cohen,
Terry Callier,
Gang Starr,
Skaos,
Amon Düül,
Derrick May,
New York Dolls,
Roxy Music,
The Moleskins,
Television Personalities,
Average White Band,
OOIOO,
Fad Gadget,
Ronan,
Massinfluence,
Funkadelic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Christie,
The Grass Roots,
Quantec,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Selecter,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Coltrane,
Steve Hackett,
The Divine Comedy,
Mad Mike,
Audionom,
Isaac Hayes,
Janne Schatter,
Letta Mbulu,
T.S.O.L.,
Flipper,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Blake Baxter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roy Ayers,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Last Poets,
Main Source,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.