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 Ireland and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Donald Fagen 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 In Retrospect to the rock 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scott Walker,
Hasil Adkins,
Hoover,
Monolake,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
X-102,
Cybotron,
Gong,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soulsonic Force,
Radiopuhelimet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Skriet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fat Boys,
The Gladiators,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Suicide,
Sexual Harrassment,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Swans,
Erykah Badu,
The Beau Brummels,
Anakelly,
Scion,
Big Daddy Kane,
The New Christs,
Buzzcocks,
The Happenings,
Make Up,
The Gories,
Terrestrial Tones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tommy Roe,
The Buckinghams,
Yellowson,
R.M.O.,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Flag,
Ituana,
E-Dancer,
Amon Düül II,
Can,
Pere Ubu,
A Certain Ratio,
The Offenders,
Japan,
James White and The Blacks,
Rekid,
Infiniti,
Fluxion,
The Mummies,
Electric Prunes,
Bill Near,
Gichy Dan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crooked Eye,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.