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 Vietnam and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 the Fania All-Stars to the electroclash 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Inner City,
Juan Atkins,
ABC,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jeru the Damaja,
Derrick Morgan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joe Finger,
Little Man,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Neu!,
Wings,
Smog,
Steve Hackett,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scrapy,
Danielle Patucci,
Jerry's Kids,
Marshall Jefferson,
James White and The Blacks,
Zero Boys,
kango's stein massive,
Qualms,
Gang of Four,
Aswad,
Nils Olav,
Cybotron,
Dave Gahan,
F. McDonald,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sixth Finger,
Desert Stars,
Eli Mardock,
Black Moon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jacob Miller,
Man Parrish,
Silicon Teens,
Joy Division,
PIL,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Human League,
Underground Resistance,
Neil Young,
Subhumans,
Althea and Donna,
Electric Prunes,
the Slits,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gladiators,
Crime,
The Remains,
Quantec,
Half Japanese,
Don Cherry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Coltrane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.