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 Algeria and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Janne Schatter to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Au Pairs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
K-Klass,
Wings,
Khruangbin,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Sonics,
Jerry's Kids,
Tears for Fears,
The Tremeloes,
Spoonie Gee,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rotary Connection,
The Gun Club,
Bush Tetras,
James White and The Blacks,
Andrew Hill,
Ossler,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Grass Roots,
Average White Band,
The Cure,
Lakeside,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soft Cell,
David McCallum,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Radiopuhelimet,
Circle Jerks,
Hardrive,
Angry Samoans,
Duran Duran,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Birthday Party,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Seeds,
The Mummies,
Lalann,
Ultimate Spinach,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dawn Penn,
Camberwell Now,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Sherman,
Deepchord,
LL Cool J,
Loose Ends,
Dennis Brown,
Todd Rundgren,
The Residents,
Jacques Brel,
The Sonics,
Pere Ubu,
Wasted Youth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Peter and Kerry,
Anthony Braxton,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.