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 Albania and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Arthur Verocai to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Gil Scott Heron,
Moby Grape,
Jeff Mills,
Altered Images,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bob Dylan,
Parry Music,
The Techniques,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Silicon Teens,
the Human League,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Angels of Light,
Qualms,
Deakin,
Wire,
The Star Department,
L. Decosne,
8 Eyed Spy,
Urselle,
Theoretical Girls,
Q and Not U,
Sam Rivers,
The Motions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Blackbyrds,
Cheater Slicks,
The Monks,
Johnny Clarke,
Minutemen,
The Associates,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Byrd,
Television,
Second Layer,
The Sound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Remains,
Bill Near,
China Crisis,
Rosa Yemen,
Ken Boothe,
The Smiths,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Cure,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Interpol,
Cecil Taylor,
The Knickerbockers,
The American Breed,
Brass Construction,
The Trojans,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.