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 Senegal and from New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 James White and The Blacks 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
The Star Department,
X-101,
Delta 5,
Fat Boys,
A Certain Ratio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Moody Blues,
UT,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sonic Youth,
Rites of Spring,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scratch Acid,
Rotary Connection,
Skarface,
Rapeman,
Ultra Naté,
Bang On A Can,
Bad Manners,
The Pop Group,
Lightning Bolt,
Reuben Wilson,
Siglo XX,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mo-Dettes,
Newcleus,
New York Dolls,
Trumans Water,
The Selecter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joe Finger,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Searchers,
Juan Atkins,
Agitation Free,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
David Bowie,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Association,
Khruangbin,
Jacob Miller,
Roy Ayers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soul II Soul,
The Count Five,
Amon Düül,
Gang Green,
Shoche,
Main Source,
Visage,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Vogues,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Danielle Patucci,
It's A Beautiful Day,
OOIOO,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Radio Birdman,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.