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 Samoa and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Unwound to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scott Walker,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Youth Brigade,
Popol Vuh,
Kenny Larkin,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tommy Roe,
Tim Buckley,
Camberwell Now,
Pussy Galore,
Cameo,
Symarip,
The Beau Brummels,
Vainqueur,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Intrusion,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Interpol,
Q65,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
La Düsseldorf,
Lalo Schifrin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Wake,
Alton Ellis,
The Searchers,
Chrome,
the Germs,
E-Dancer,
The Human League,
Ludus,
John Lydon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DJ Style,
Drive Like Jehu,
Harmonia,
The Gap Band,
Desert Stars,
Kurtis Blow,
Jimmy McGriff,
Angry Samoans,
Tres Demented,
Soul Sonic Force,
Guru Guru,
The Techniques,
Spandau Ballet,
OOIOO,
Fluxion,
Roy Ayers,
Slick Rick,
Prince Buster,
Donny Hathaway,
Matthew Bourne,
The Motions,
Black Sheep,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.