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 Argentina and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Lebanon Hanover to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Peter and Kerry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dead Boys,
Derrick Morgan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lalo Schifrin,
Loose Ends,
DNA,
Joy Division,
Von Mondo,
Rhythm & Sound,
X-101,
Alton Ellis,
Roxy Music,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Sonics,
Skaos,
Lee Hazlewood,
OOIOO,
Simply Red,
Johnny Osbourne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hoover,
The Evens,
Television Personalities,
China Crisis,
Quadrant,
Terry Callier,
Scan 7,
Gichy Dan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kurtis Blow,
Kerrie Biddell,
Max Romeo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
E-Dancer,
The Electric Prunes,
Model 500,
Blossom Toes,
Bronski Beat,
Mo-Dettes,
Motorama,
Basic Channel,
Fugazi,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sparks,
Toni Rubio,
This Heat,
Cheater Slicks,
Pulsallama,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hardrive,
Bill Wells,
PIL,
The Vogues,
T.S.O.L.,
Can,
Eddi Front,
Faust,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Holt,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.