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 Rwanda and from Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 New Christs to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Lakeside,
Danielle Patucci,
DJ Sneak,
Youth Brigade,
The Kinks,
The Fugs,
The Pretty Things,
Roxy Music,
Los Fastidios,
Maleditus Sound,
Charles Mingus,
10cc,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crispy Ambulance,
Slick Rick,
Soul II Soul,
The Seeds,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gong,
Lightning Bolt,
Dave Gahan,
Lungfish,
Patti Smith,
Monolake,
FM Einheit,
Urselle,
The Zeros,
Das Ding,
Hoover,
Con Funk Shun,
Faraquet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Schoolly D,
Chrome,
Rufus Thomas,
Siglo XX,
New Age Steppers,
Marine Girls,
Eurythmics,
Desert Stars,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marcia Griffiths,
Main Source,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Germs,
David Axelrod,
Infiniti,
The Walker Brothers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kerrie Biddell,
Man Parrish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Excepter,
The Buckinghams,
Sam Rivers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Drexciya,
Brothers Johnson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The American Breed,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.