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 Indonesia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Michael McDonald 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 Man Eating Sloth to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Deadbeat,
Scan 7,
In Retrospect,
Aloha Tigers,
The Blues Magoos,
The Barracudas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
New Order,
Harmonia,
DNA,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cure,
The Gladiators,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sun Ra,
Camberwell Now,
Sexual Harrassment,
Average White Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Arthur Verocai,
Hardrive,
Motorama,
Severed Heads,
Buzzcocks,
R.M.O.,
ABC,
L. Decosne,
Albert Ayler,
Derrick May,
Cameo,
Bad Manners,
Ultra Naté,
Skarface,
Pagans,
Soft Cell,
Crooked Eye,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fall,
Country Teasers,
Half Japanese,
Lalo Schifrin,
Maleditus Sound,
Kerrie Biddell,
Q and Not U,
Soulsonic Force,
Circle Jerks,
Minor Threat,
Peter & Gordon,
Trumans Water,
Byron Stingily,
Rekid,
Man Parrish,
Robert Görl,
John Foxx,
The Smiths,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sonny Sharrock,
MDC,
Alphaville,
Rites of Spring,
Yellowson,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.