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 Azerbaijan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Gastr Del Sol to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
This Heat,
The Angels of Light,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Cheater Slicks,
Soul II Soul,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
One Last Wish,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nik Kershaw,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Deakin,
ABC,
Reuben Wilson,
the Germs,
U.S. Maple,
Lou Reed,
MDC,
Jawbox,
The Birthday Party,
Terrestrial Tones,
Boredoms,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alphaville,
Glenn Branca,
Cecil Taylor,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
X-102,
Al Stewart,
Jesper Dahlback,
Arcadia,
Dual Sessions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roy Ayers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Masters at Work,
Quando Quango,
the Normal,
The Searchers,
Alton Ellis,
DNA,
Amon Düül II,
Suicide,
Intrusion,
Lee Hazlewood,
Aural Exciters,
June of 44,
The Barracudas,
The Black Dice,
Black Moon,
Nick Fraelich,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Max Romeo,
Rapeman,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Stooges,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Unrelated Segments,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.