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 Zimbabwe and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Bad Manners to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Gang of Four,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Michelle Simonal,
The Vogues,
Royal Trux,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Buzzcocks,
Mission of Burma,
Q and Not U,
Zapp,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Al Stewart,
The Kinks,
The Slackers,
Jawbox,
Underground Resistance,
Eric Copeland,
The Grass Roots,
Los Fastidios,
Harmonia,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nico,
Reuben Wilson,
Niagra,
Soft Cell,
Absolute Body Control,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Josef K,
New York Dolls,
The Durutti Column,
Mantronix,
Ornette Coleman,
48th St. Collective,
Kayak,
The United States of America,
Khruangbin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nils Olav,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Moby Grape,
Moss Icon,
B.T. Express,
June of 44,
Ossler,
Siglo XX,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Arcadia,
Minutemen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crime,
Animal Collective,
The Raincoats,
Oblivians,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gang Green,
Laurel Aitken,
Bush Tetras,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bad Manners,
The Cure,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.