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 Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 New York Dolls to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Ronan,
The Birthday Party,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Flag,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Flash Fearless,
Pulsallama,
Terry Callier,
Tropical Tobacco,
Loose Ends,
Quando Quango,
The Gladiators,
The Toasters,
The Fuzztones,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The J.B.'s,
Lalo Schifrin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Moon,
JFA,
Rakim,
The Young Rascals,
Robert Görl,
Jacob Miller,
Danielle Patucci,
Underground Resistance,
T.S.O.L.,
The Star Department,
Stockholm Monsters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Au Pairs,
Thompson Twins,
Black Pus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Skriet,
Kevin Saunderson,
Skaos,
Popol Vuh,
Cecil Taylor,
Kaleidoscope,
The Blues Magoos,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scan 7,
DNA,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scientists,
Eric Dolphy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Grey Daturas,
Zero Boys,
Visage,
The Techniques,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Bar-Kays,
Nik Kershaw,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rod Modell,
Fugazi,
The Last Poets,
Fear,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.