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 Israel and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Half Japanese to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Brick,
FM Einheit,
John Coltrane,
Visage,
Boredoms,
Arthur Verocai,
Derrick Morgan,
Fatback Band,
Moby Grape,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Vogues,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Au Pairs,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Bananas,
Ten City,
Ponytail,
Mars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rapeman,
The United States of America,
Das Ding,
Ultimate Spinach,
Faust,
The Names,
The Evens,
Hoover,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ronan,
Average White Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Stiv Bators,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ohio Players,
Deakin,
The Misunderstood,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Boz Scaggs,
The Zeros,
E-Dancer,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fall,
The Doors,
Prince Buster,
Mission of Burma,
Lindisfarne,
The Invisible,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scientists,
Clear Light,
Alton Ellis,
Jacob Miller,
Alison Limerick,
Massinfluence,
Girls At Our Best!,
Laurel Aitken,
Newcleus,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ice-T,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.