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 Lebanon and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Robert Palmer 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 Bush Tetras to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Yaz,
Black Sheep,
Sight & Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Absolute Body Control,
Aural Exciters,
Adolescents,
Roxy Music,
Rod Modell,
Aaron Thompson,
Metal Thangz,
The Human League,
Talk Talk,
Robert Hood,
Davy DMX,
Soft Cell,
Flash Fearless,
cv313,
Goldenarms,
Bill Near,
Judy Mowatt,
The Blues Magoos,
F. McDonald,
Subhumans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Remains,
Agent Orange,
Rapeman,
The Moody Blues,
Deadbeat,
Harmonia,
Das Ding,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camberwell Now,
Sister Nancy,
DJ Sneak,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Alarm Clocks,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fall,
The Tremeloes,
The Index,
Arcadia,
Banda Bassotti,
Thee Headcoats,
Von Mondo,
Faust,
Chrome,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultra Naté,
Warren Ellis,
Scratch Acid,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tommy Roe,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
David Axelrod,
Hoover,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.