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 the UAE and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
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 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 D'Angelo to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Charles Mingus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roy Ayers,
Alphaville,
Franke,
Iggy Pop,
Q and Not U,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
New York Dolls,
Minny Pops,
Suburban Knight,
Boredoms,
Procol Harum,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang Green,
Ohio Players,
Moby Grape,
Rekid,
Joe Smooth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jeff Lynne,
Josef K,
Fad Gadget,
the Human League,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Motions,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gregory Isaacs,
Au Pairs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Zero Boys,
The Grass Roots,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tomorrow,
The Five Americans,
The Selecter,
ABC,
Los Fastidios,
Hasil Adkins,
John Holt,
Delta 5,
Sight & Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pagans,
Tim Buckley,
Nik Kershaw,
The J.B.'s,
Robert Görl,
Ronnie Foster,
The Residents,
Sugar Minott,
The Searchers,
EPMD,
Andrew Hill,
The Cure,
Swans,
Minor Threat,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.