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 Ukraine and from New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Mars to the disco 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Animal Collective,
The Blackbyrds,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Flag,
The Knickerbockers,
The Angels of Light,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roxette,
ABBA,
Don Cherry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crime,
Khruangbin,
The Fortunes,
The Five Americans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bootsy Collins,
Davy DMX,
Faraquet,
Isaac Hayes,
Hardrive,
the Soft Cell,
The Divine Comedy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Skarface,
The Selecter,
Slave,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
X-101,
Minny Pops,
Blossom Toes,
Skaos,
Oneida,
the Normal,
Thee Headcoats,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Bananas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nik Kershaw,
Ronnie Foster,
Matthew Bourne,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fluxion,
The Cowsills,
Bang On A Can,
Los Fastidios,
Mo-Dettes,
Fela Kuti,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Franke,
Sex Pistols,
Tomorrow,
Schoolly D,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mark Hollis,
Slick Rick,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sandy B,
Neu!,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.