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 East Timor and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Donald Byrd to the grunge 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
The Doors,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mad Mike,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Silicon Teens,
the Sonics,
Accadde A,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minutemen,
The Electric Prunes,
Mission of Burma,
Man Parrish,
Funkadelic,
kango's stein massive,
the Association,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Blancmange,
Sparks,
The Raincoats,
Maleditus Sound,
Severed Heads,
LL Cool J,
Donald Byrd,
Faust,
Guru Guru,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fatback Band,
Magazine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Erasure,
The Remains,
Boz Scaggs,
Tim Buckley,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Porter Ricks,
Unrelated Segments,
The Moleskins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Model 500,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Colin Newman,
Iggy Pop,
Fela Kuti,
Little Man,
Visage,
Roy Ayers,
Mantronix,
PIL,
Siglo XX,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scan 7,
Minor Threat,
Average White Band,
Archie Shepp,
Das Ding,
Roxette,
Babytalk,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.