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 Cuba and from Accra.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum 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 Funkadelic to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
The Monochrome Set,
EPMD,
Amon Düül II,
X-101,
Scott Walker,
London Community Gospel Choir,
AZ,
Godley & Creme,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bootsy Collins,
Procol Harum,
Sandy B,
Whodini,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sixth Finger,
Zapp,
Roxy Music,
Lou Christie,
Nick Fraelich,
R.M.O.,
The Raincoats,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joe Finger,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Sonics,
The Gories,
Babytalk,
X-102,
A Certain Ratio,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kaleidoscope,
The Slits,
Con Funk Shun,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bluetip,
The Gap Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kool Moe Dee,
Oneida,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Moby Grape,
Toni Rubio,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Donald Byrd,
Buzzcocks,
Charles Mingus,
Cymande,
Jeff Mills,
The Toasters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultra Naté,
Circle Jerks,
The Selecter,
Ituana,
Arcadia,
Blossom Toes,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.