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 Togo and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 Hasil Adkins to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Mars,
The Black Dice,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Human League,
Siglo XX,
Eddi Front,
Agent Orange,
Easy Going,
Sällskapet,
The Selecter,
The Smoke,
The Searchers,
Mad Mike,
New Order,
Barry Ungar,
The Doors,
The Monks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
These Immortal Souls,
kango's stein massive,
The Stooges,
Boz Scaggs,
Ossler,
Ronan,
Isaac Hayes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gong,
Suicide,
Livin' Joy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Christie,
Black Flag,
Negative Approach,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Alarm Clocks,
U.S. Maple,
In Retrospect,
The Gories,
Mr. Review,
Jandek,
Bootsy Collins,
Charles Mingus,
Flipper,
Nirvana,
The Misunderstood,
Surgeon,
Altered Images,
Oneida,
Lower 48,
The Neon Judgement,
Moss Icon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang of Four,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roxy Music,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.