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 France and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Ten City to the punk 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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Flipper,
Surgeon,
The Invisible,
Carl Craig,
Scratch Acid,
Basic Channel,
X-Ray Spex,
Schoolly D,
These Immortal Souls,
Marine Girls,
The Motions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
This Heat,
Lower 48,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barry Ungar,
Wolf Eyes,
Blossom Toes,
Grauzone,
Eric B and Rakim,
Half Japanese,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Unrelated Segments,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deadbeat,
the Germs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joe Finger,
Jacob Miller,
The Gories,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rites of Spring,
Todd Terry,
Eddi Front,
Rufus Thomas,
the Soft Cell,
Youth Brigade,
Gabor Szabo,
the Bar-Kays,
ABBA,
Michelle Simonal,
John Lydon,
E-Dancer,
The Slits,
Lindisfarne,
Pagans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sexual Harrassment,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bluetip,
Kenny Larkin,
China Crisis,
Das Ding,
The Sound,
Los Fastidios,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.