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 Iraq and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
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 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 Cramps 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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Frankie Knuckles,
Porter Ricks,
The Barracudas,
T.S.O.L.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Todd Terry,
Pulsallama,
Inner City,
Mark Hollis,
AZ,
T. Rex,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tres Demented,
Liliput,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Donald Byrd,
David Bowie,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tubeway Army,
Lalann,
Thompson Twins,
Lyres,
John Lydon,
The Misunderstood,
DNA,
Maleditus Sound,
The Monks,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nils Olav,
The Victims,
Marmalade,
Excepter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
New York Dolls,
X-Ray Spex,
Nico,
Rod Modell,
Juan Atkins,
The Selecter,
Susan Cadogan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Absolute Body Control,
The Grass Roots,
Harmonia,
The Cowsills,
K-Klass,
Roxette,
Stetsasonic,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Neon Judgement,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Chris Corsano,
Pet Shop Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.