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 Guinea and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the crunk 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Bobby Byrd,
The Kinks,
The Busters,
Fluxion,
Curtis Mayfield,
Graham Central Station,
Pylon,
Slick Rick,
K-Klass,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tres Demented,
Frankie Knuckles,
Niagra,
Pere Ubu,
Flash Fearless,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jeff Mills,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gil Scott Heron,
Trumans Water,
Severed Heads,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Pus,
June Days,
Janne Schatter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cheater Slicks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rapeman,
Barry Ungar,
Altered Images,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ken Boothe,
Agent Orange,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
FM Einheit,
Eurythmics,
Rekid,
Bobby Sherman,
F. McDonald,
Marmalade,
The Young Rascals,
Ornette Coleman,
Camberwell Now,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Amazonics,
The Zeros,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Delta 5,
Bob Dylan,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Slackers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Smoke,
Con Funk Shun,
Ultra Naté,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.