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 Afghanistan and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Chris Corsano to the jazz 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Q and Not U,
Simply Red,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Organ,
Connie Case,
Slick Rick,
Nick Fraelich,
Smog,
Kerri Chandler,
Moebius,
The Busters,
Saccharine Trust,
The Misunderstood,
Alison Limerick,
Hasil Adkins,
Zero Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Junior Murvin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roger Hodgson,
Faust,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Groovy Waters,
Peter & Gordon,
Chris & Cosey,
Camberwell Now,
Roxy Music,
Metal Thangz,
The Invisible,
X-101,
L. Decosne,
Stiv Bators,
Cluster,
Donny Hathaway,
Q65,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Whodini,
Susan Cadogan,
Surgeon,
Hashim,
Todd Rundgren,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joyce Sims,
Tres Demented,
Spandau Ballet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Selecter,
T.S.O.L.,
The Dirtbombs,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Leaves,
Brass Construction,
Khruangbin,
Index,
Mo-Dettes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bush Tetras,
Matthew Bourne,
The Tremeloes,
Monolake,
Joy Division,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.