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 Malawi and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ 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 Barracudas to the funk 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lightning Bolt,
The Remains,
The Standells,
Howard Jones,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Robert Hood,
Andrew Hill,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Durutti Column,
Maurizio,
Urselle,
Siglo XX,
Spandau Ballet,
World's Most,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stereo Dub,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Archie Shepp,
Cybotron,
Clear Light,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Arcadia,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mr. Review,
Robert Wyatt,
Delta 5,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Count Five,
The Mummies,
Outsiders,
The Index,
Sixth Finger,
Cymande,
The J.B.'s,
Lyres,
Gastr Del Sol,
Connie Case,
The Gories,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roy Ayers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Prince Buster,
Fatback Band,
CMW,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jacob Miller,
The Modern Lovers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bang On A Can,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Hutcherson,
DJ Style,
Vainqueur,
Cheater Slicks,
The Techniques,
The Human League,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.