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 Romania and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Skatalites 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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Hardrive,
Ronan,
Wally Richardson,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Skatalites,
Hashim,
Pharoah Sanders,
Buzzcocks,
Laurel Aitken,
DJ Sneak,
The Vogues,
Mantronix,
Janne Schatter,
Goldenarms,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Real Kids,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Toasters,
Unwound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jacques Brel,
The Blues Magoos,
Graham Central Station,
Whodini,
Jeru the Damaja,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Man Parrish,
Pantytec,
Sister Nancy,
John Coltrane,
Sarah Menescal,
Wire,
Y Pants,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jawbox,
Sex Pistols,
Reagan Youth,
Echospace,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kayak,
Yaz,
The Slackers,
Connie Case,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wolf Eyes,
The Knickerbockers,
The Moody Blues,
Bob Dylan,
Lightning Bolt,
Metal Thangz,
Howard Jones,
Matthew Bourne,
Infiniti,
Das Ding,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Man Eating Sloth,
X-102,
Sonic Youth,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.