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 Germany and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 The Beau Brummels to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
The Fall,
Ponytail,
Blancmange,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
This Heat,
David McCallum,
OOIOO,
Average White Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Leonard Cohen,
Bill Wells,
Pet Shop Boys,
Public Enemy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jeff Mills,
Subhumans,
La Düsseldorf,
the Bar-Kays,
Surgeon,
Alice Coltrane,
Brass Construction,
Skaos,
The Human League,
Jeru the Damaja,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hashim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mantronix,
The Electric Prunes,
Agent Orange,
Porter Ricks,
Alton Ellis,
Stereo Dub,
Metal Thangz,
Spoonie Gee,
Peter & Gordon,
The United States of America,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wasted Youth,
Arthur Verocai,
The New Christs,
Second Layer,
Kerrie Biddell,
Youth Brigade,
Half Japanese,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Niagra,
Quadrant,
Dawn Penn,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Birthday Party,
Derrick May,
Terry Callier,
the Swans,
The Fire Engines,
The Names,
Laurel Aitken,
Cluster,
Goldenarms,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.