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 Spain and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Donald Fagen 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 Royal Trux to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
a-ha,
Liliput,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kaleidoscope,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lucky Dragons,
Archie Shepp,
Eurythmics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Anthony Braxton,
Goldenarms,
China Crisis,
Ultravox,
Brothers Johnson,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Erasure,
John Lydon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pole,
The Durutti Column,
The Motions,
New Age Steppers,
Flipper,
Organ,
The Doors,
Subhumans,
Bronski Beat,
The Velvet Underground,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pulsallama,
Silicon Teens,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Half Japanese,
Alison Limerick,
Tom Boy,
Quando Quango,
Dark Day,
Freddie Wadling,
Popol Vuh,
Joey Negro,
Fluxion,
Public Enemy,
Von Mondo,
Marvin Gaye,
The Five Americans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fat Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Panda Bear,
Robert Wyatt,
Icehouse,
Sound Behaviour,
Byron Stingily,
Hashim,
Robert Görl,
Connie Case,
The Toasters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.