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 Bahrain and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Minutemen to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Man Eating Sloth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Index,
Donny Hathaway,
Infiniti,
Hardrive,
Mo-Dettes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Buckinghams,
Chris & Cosey,
Flash Fearless,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Idris Muhammad,
Grey Daturas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kool Moe Dee,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Depeche Mode,
Zapp,
Fatback Band,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gap Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lalann,
Aural Exciters,
Soulsonic Force,
Camberwell Now,
Average White Band,
Sandy B,
Sixth Finger,
John Lydon,
Dennis Brown,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Spoonie Gee,
Kurtis Blow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang of Four,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kenny Larkin,
T. Rex,
Flipper,
Aswad,
The Doors,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ice-T,
June of 44,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cluster,
The Electric Prunes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultra Naté,
Marmalade,
Minny Pops,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.