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 Malta and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 The United States of America to the dance 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
The Walker Brothers,
Skarface,
Parry Music,
Warsaw,
The Modern Lovers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rapeman,
Grauzone,
Lightning Bolt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kurtis Blow,
Ohio Players,
Gang Green,
The Gun Club,
Andrew Hill,
Lungfish,
Lyres,
Blancmange,
Gang Starr,
Man Parrish,
Sarah Menescal,
Frankie Knuckles,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jacob Miller,
Mo-Dettes,
The Music Machine,
Neil Young,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bang On A Can,
Deakin,
New Age Steppers,
Matthew Halsall,
Kevin Saunderson,
Accadde A,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yaz,
The New Christs,
X-101,
Monks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Zeros,
Jacques Brel,
The Fortunes,
Pere Ubu,
Eve St. Jones,
Kerri Chandler,
Susan Cadogan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Seeds,
Hasil Adkins,
Iggy Pop,
Brick,
Moby Grape,
Mark Hollis,
Gabor Szabo,
Fad Gadget,
The Techniques,
Bobby Byrd,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fatback Band,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.