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 Sri Lanka and from Salvador.
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 Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Black Sheep to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hashim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Arthur Verocai,
Zapp,
Deadbeat,
Niagra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kayak,
Dual Sessions,
Liliput,
Kas Product,
Arab on Radar,
Reuben Wilson,
T. Rex,
Lee Hazlewood,
Erasure,
Dave Gahan,
Negative Approach,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jimmy McGriff,
Youth Brigade,
New Age Steppers,
Derrick May,
Sexual Harrassment,
Radio Birdman,
Lucky Dragons,
The Red Krayola,
This Heat,
The Real Kids,
The Invisible,
Moebius,
Jacques Brel,
Marine Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
Nico,
Colin Newman,
Half Japanese,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Index,
Glenn Branca,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Barracudas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Johnny Clarke,
Television Personalities,
Silicon Teens,
Gang Starr,
Michelle Simonal,
Kurtis Blow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Young Rascals,
Jawbox,
Au Pairs,
Stereo Dub,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Archie Shepp,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.