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 Qatar and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Robert Palmer 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 Public Enemy to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Delta 5,
The Martian,
Motorama,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Livin' Joy,
Moby Grape,
The Shadows of Knight,
Boredoms,
Quando Quango,
Bad Manners,
Gang Starr,
Eve St. Jones,
L. Decosne,
John Cale,
kango's stein massive,
The Buckinghams,
Spandau Ballet,
New York Dolls,
Banda Bassotti,
Harmonia,
Unwound,
Peter & Gordon,
48th St. Collective,
MC5,
Eric Dolphy,
The Blues Magoos,
Blake Baxter,
Amon Düül II,
Jeru the Damaja,
Yazoo,
Gong,
Au Pairs,
Audionom,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Patti Smith,
Chris Corsano,
David Bowie,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nik Kershaw,
Fluxion,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gladiators,
Y Pants,
Rekid,
The Offenders,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Neon Judgement,
Hasil Adkins,
Lakeside,
F. McDonald,
B.T. Express,
Average White Band,
Robert Hood,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mad Mike,
Jawbox,
Roxy Music,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.