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 Gabon and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
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 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 Ice-T to the dance 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
The Raincoats,
Hashim,
Technova,
the Sonics,
The Martian,
Sun Ra,
Pulsallama,
Faust,
Neu!,
Country Teasers,
The Knickerbockers,
Mad Mike,
Eddi Front,
The Techniques,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bauhaus,
Theoretical Girls,
CMW,
Audionom,
The Blues Magoos,
Sarah Menescal,
Newcleus,
Delta 5,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Oblivians,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Donny Hathaway,
The Remains,
Crime,
Joyce Sims,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ossler,
Vainqueur,
Gerry Rafferty,
ABBA,
Ituana,
Goldenarms,
China Crisis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sugar Minott,
Chris & Cosey,
Laurel Aitken,
Electric Prunes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Golliwogs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brand Nubian,
Colin Newman,
Shuggie Otis,
Essential Logic,
Bad Manners,
Rod Modell,
Wally Richardson,
Lindisfarne,
Panda Bear,
Japan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Isaac Hayes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.