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 Djibouti and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe 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 The Stooges to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
T.S.O.L.,
Smog,
Gang Green,
Fluxion,
Parry Music,
Public Image Ltd.,
Average White Band,
K-Klass,
Isaac Hayes,
The Music Machine,
Barry Ungar,
Lalo Schifrin,
Section 25,
Leonard Cohen,
Steve Hackett,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang of Four,
Arcadia,
Darondo,
Fear,
Joe Finger,
The Trojans,
Depeche Mode,
Eric B and Rakim,
L. Decosne,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eric Copeland,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Faust,
The Divine Comedy,
Reagan Youth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fugs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Arthur Verocai,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Robert Hood,
Public Enemy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Desert Stars,
The Barracudas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Christie,
Don Cherry,
Roger Hodgson,
Mad Mike,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
A Certain Ratio,
Main Source,
Talk Talk,
Livin' Joy,
Whodini,
Technova,
Flipper,
The Invisible,
Sexual Harrassment,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.