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 Bulgaria and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum 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 Sixth Finger to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Blossom Toes,
The Slits,
The Star Department,
Quando Quango,
The Trojans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Sonics,
John Cale,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camouflage,
Lee Hazlewood,
Loose Ends,
Roy Ayers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Danielle Patucci,
Sonny Sharrock,
Carl Craig,
Surgeon,
Joyce Sims,
The Monochrome Set,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rufus Thomas,
The Neon Judgement,
FM Einheit,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Barracudas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Martian,
Underground Resistance,
Aloha Tigers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nas,
Jawbox,
AZ,
Andrew Hill,
Kerri Chandler,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Dead C,
The Velvet Underground,
Accadde A,
Model 500,
Barbara Tucker,
Aaron Thompson,
Crash Course in Science,
Blancmange,
Darondo,
New York Dolls,
Radio Birdman,
The United States of America,
Bobby Womack,
Agitation Free,
DJ Style,
Skarface,
Severed Heads,
Essential Logic,
Stereo Dub,
David Bowie,
Dual Sessions,
Charles Mingus,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.