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 Bahrain and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
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 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 Stockholm Monsters to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Unrelated Segments,
Loose Ends,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bill Near,
Young Marble Giants,
The Litter,
a-ha,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
These Immortal Souls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
A Certain Ratio,
Brick,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
La Düsseldorf,
New York Dolls,
Zero Boys,
Interpol,
Flipper,
World's Most,
Alton Ellis,
Lower 48,
Pantytec,
Q and Not U,
Marine Girls,
Blossom Toes,
Faust,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nirvana,
The Slits,
Rosa Yemen,
Pulsallama,
Stereo Dub,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Knickerbockers,
Ornette Coleman,
Thee Headcoats,
Wasted Youth,
Talk Talk,
Scrapy,
Matthew Bourne,
MC5,
Chrome,
Rekid,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Urselle,
Royal Trux,
The Zeros,
Nik Kershaw,
Radiohead,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Anthony Braxton,
This Heat,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.