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 Equatorial Guinea and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Lou Reed 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 Prince Buster to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Shuggie Otis,
Unwound,
Jimmy McGriff,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Evens,
Duran Duran,
K-Klass,
Agent Orange,
Eddi Front,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Beau Brummels,
Trumans Water,
Kevin Saunderson,
Shoche,
Bang On A Can,
The Pop Group,
Moebius,
Mark Hollis,
Skarface,
The Wake,
Nils Olav,
John Foxx,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Monks,
Susan Cadogan,
Mars,
Todd Terry,
Jeff Lynne,
Yusef Lateef,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Skaos,
Interpol,
Mission of Burma,
This Heat,
Absolute Body Control,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Germs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Donny Hathaway,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Buckinghams,
Jacob Miller,
Surgeon,
Bobby Womack,
Nik Kershaw,
Minny Pops,
Gang Starr,
Procol Harum,
Joe Finger,
Jerry's Kids,
Danielle Patucci,
The Motions,
The Electric Prunes,
Loose Ends,
Amon Düül,
Ultravox,
Radio Birdman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.