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 Croatia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Lucky Dragons 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Sexual Harrassment,
Young Marble Giants,
Bill Wells,
Jesper Dahlback,
Funky Four + One,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mo-Dettes,
Bronski Beat,
Scratch Acid,
EPMD,
The Associates,
John Foxx,
Aaron Thompson,
Slick Rick,
Rod Modell,
Thompson Twins,
Ohio Players,
The Birthday Party,
The Gladiators,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Soft Cell,
Mandrill,
Brick,
Banda Bassotti,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Amon Düül,
The Barracudas,
Sandy B,
The Pretty Things,
Angry Samoans,
The Victims,
KRS-One,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
T. Rex,
LL Cool J,
David McCallum,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fluxion,
Stiv Bators,
Sparks,
Lindisfarne,
Eden Ahbez,
Slave,
Hashim,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sixth Finger,
The Golliwogs,
Yaz,
The Seeds,
Livin' Joy,
Outsiders,
Newcleus,
Matthew Halsall,
The Techniques,
The Raincoats,
T.S.O.L.,
Zapp,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Maleditus Sound,
Funkadelic,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.