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 Yemen and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 The American Breed to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Letta Mbulu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
CMW,
Wings,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bauhaus,
Jesper Dahlback,
Graham Central Station,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eric B and Rakim,
Banda Bassotti,
Boredoms,
Section 25,
Josef K,
The American Breed,
Marmalade,
The Birthday Party,
Bush Tetras,
Minor Threat,
Piero Umiliani,
The Zeros,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fall,
Vainqueur,
China Crisis,
Matthew Halsall,
The Pretty Things,
Aloha Tigers,
Max Romeo,
Shoche,
Alice Coltrane,
Newcleus,
Circle Jerks,
Sällskapet,
Isaac Hayes,
Lower 48,
Rites of Spring,
Sonic Youth,
Japan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Bananas,
The Slackers,
Godley & Creme,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roxette,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marine Girls,
Sun Ra,
Ituana,
Zero Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Erasure,
kango's stein massive,
Marcia Griffiths,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minny Pops,
Negative Approach,
The Moody Blues,
Sonny Sharrock,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.