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 Nigeria and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Average White Band to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet 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 punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Marmalade,
Aaron Thompson,
John Holt,
Yusef Lateef,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fortunes,
Joyce Sims,
The Stooges,
Wolf Eyes,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Christie,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Slits,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Blake Baxter,
kango's stein massive,
Marvin Gaye,
The Blues Magoos,
Circle Jerks,
The United States of America,
Second Layer,
Flipper,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fatback Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Porter Ricks,
F. McDonald,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Beau Brummels,
The Martian,
Blossom Toes,
Ultravox,
Youth Brigade,
The Fuzztones,
Intrusion,
The Toasters,
Unwound,
Drexciya,
Fear,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Das Ding,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
La Düsseldorf,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Von Mondo,
Moby Grape,
Arcadia,
John Lydon,
Magma,
Fugazi,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minutemen,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Thompson Twins,
The Index,
Barrington Levy,
Los Fastidios,
Hashim,
Arthur Verocai,
Throbbing Gristle,
Desert Stars,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.