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 Mexico and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Kevin Saunderson to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Harmonia,
The Gun Club,
Dead Boys,
Can,
T. Rex,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fuzztones,
Rufus Thomas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minor Threat,
Basic Channel,
Jacob Miller,
Japan,
Funky Four + One,
Aaron Thompson,
Pulsallama,
The Leaves,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Youth Brigade,
John Coltrane,
Amazonics,
Zero Boys,
The Fire Engines,
Organ,
Todd Terry,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Electric Prunes,
Soul II Soul,
Judy Mowatt,
ABC,
Sight & Sound,
Sonic Youth,
Lyres,
Piero Umiliani,
Arthur Verocai,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Half Japanese,
Jeff Mills,
The Neon Judgement,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Saints,
The Names,
Silicon Teens,
Terry Callier,
Metal Thangz,
The Modern Lovers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Max Romeo,
The Dirtbombs,
Mars,
Zapp,
Sun City Girls,
Duran Duran,
Wolf Eyes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jerry's Kids,
Chris Corsano,
Black Sheep,
Nik Kershaw,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.