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 Germany and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
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 David Bowie 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 Lucky Dragons to the crunk 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crash Course in Science,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bad Manners,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lebanon Hanover,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang of Four,
Ice-T,
In Retrospect,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Walker Brothers,
Sister Nancy,
Spandau Ballet,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Durutti Column,
The Associates,
Ronan,
Alison Limerick,
Agent Orange,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ten City,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Moody Blues,
Spoonie Gee,
T. Rex,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gap Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
Metal Thangz,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Black Dice,
Youth Brigade,
The Offenders,
Don Cherry,
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The Buckinghams,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Slits,
Rekid,
Rotary Connection,
Arab on Radar,
Albert Ayler,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pantaleimon,
The Electric Prunes,
Zapp,
Delta 5,
Tim Buckley,
Neu!,
Soulsonic Force,
Todd Rundgren,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brand Nubian,
Young Marble Giants,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.