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 Jordan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Robert Hood to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fat Boys,
Wasted Youth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wings,
Albert Ayler,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gun Club,
Sun Ra,
This Heat,
Schoolly D,
Jacques Brel,
Deepchord,
Eric Dolphy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Animal Collective,
Don Cherry,
ABBA,
June of 44,
Scott Walker,
The Young Rascals,
Soft Machine,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lightning Bolt,
Juan Atkins,
Oneida,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Association,
The Busters,
One Last Wish,
John Coltrane,
the Slits,
Babytalk,
Scion,
Young Marble Giants,
The Victims,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ludus,
The Monks,
the Germs,
Basic Channel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ronan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tim Buckley,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Niagra,
Heaven 17,
Jeru the Damaja,
Slave,
Tears for Fears,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fear,
The Birthday Party,
Iggy Pop,
Cheater Slicks,
Dark Day,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.