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 Colombia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pantaleimon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Fad Gadget,
Television,
Drive Like Jehu,
Shuggie Otis,
Trumans Water,
The Cure,
Freddie Wadling,
Aswad,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joe Finger,
Marvin Gaye,
Banda Bassotti,
The Saints,
Todd Rundgren,
Neil Young,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Judy Mowatt,
Inner City,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hardrive,
Ponytail,
Scan 7,
T.S.O.L.,
Flash Fearless,
Erasure,
Sparks,
Excepter,
Slave,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Walker Brothers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stetsasonic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Womack,
Sexual Harrassment,
Amazonics,
Massinfluence,
The Kinks,
Bush Tetras,
Thee Headcoats,
Outsiders,
Eric Dolphy,
Pole,
The Fortunes,
Fat Boys,
Roy Ayers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Clear Light,
AZ,
Joe Smooth,
X-Ray Spex,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultra Naté,
Traffic Nightmare,
Harpers Bizarre,
Second Layer,
Eden Ahbez,
FM Einheit,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.