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 Tonga and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 David Bowie 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 Skaos to the punk 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Ohio Players,
Loose Ends,
Animal Collective,
Man Parrish,
The Seeds,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scott Walker,
Desert Stars,
Wings,
The Detroit Cobras,
DNA,
OOIOO,
Carl Craig,
Goldenarms,
Sarah Menescal,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roger Hodgson,
Inner City,
The Beau Brummels,
Lyres,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sandy B,
The Happenings,
Radiohead,
Dennis Brown,
Sister Nancy,
Masters at Work,
Jawbox,
Half Japanese,
Icehouse,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Con Funk Shun,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Steve Hackett,
Interpol,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Erykah Badu,
The Remains,
Vladislav Delay,
Funky Four + One,
The Skatalites,
The Moleskins,
Warsaw,
The Saints,
Heaven 17,
Jerry's Kids,
The Neon Judgement,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tim Buckley,
Jacob Miller,
Mary Jane Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
Yusef Lateef,
Qualms,
Harmonia,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scratch Acid,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.