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 Armenia and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Tom Verlaine 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 David Axelrod to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
The Tremeloes,
Eddi Front,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ponytail,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Symarip,
Gang of Four,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Martian,
Tropical Tobacco,
Derrick Morgan,
Cluster,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Byrd,
The Red Krayola,
Ossler,
JFA,
UT,
The Saints,
The J.B.'s,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Reed,
Magazine,
Slick Rick,
Gregory Isaacs,
Angry Samoans,
10cc,
Dead Boys,
E-Dancer,
Ultra Naté,
Interpol,
The Human League,
Television,
David McCallum,
The Slits,
Soulsonic Force,
Iggy Pop,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mantronix,
Wasted Youth,
48th St. Collective,
Gichy Dan,
EPMD,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ronan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fluxion,
Heaven 17,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Neon Judgement,
Barclay James Harvest,
Alton Ellis,
Guru Guru,
Johnny Clarke,
Jimmy McGriff,
Agitation Free,
The Pop Group,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Raincoats,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.