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 Solomon Islands and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
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 David Bowie 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 Darondo to the electroclash 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Todd Terry,
Soulsonic Force,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pussy Galore,
Monks,
Desert Stars,
Mad Mike,
Jeff Mills,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sparks,
ABC,
X-101,
Erykah Badu,
Black Moon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Organ,
Grauzone,
Stockholm Monsters,
Colin Newman,
The Knickerbockers,
Talk Talk,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aloha Tigers,
The Monochrome Set,
Magma,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Derrick Morgan,
Lungfish,
Letta Mbulu,
U.S. Maple,
The Fuzztones,
Alphaville,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Associates,
Robert Hood,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Germs,
Judy Mowatt,
Depeche Mode,
The Searchers,
Khruangbin,
Urselle,
Average White Band,
Ice-T,
10cc,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Golliwogs,
Simply Red,
Tim Buckley,
The Black Dice,
The Gories,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hoover,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wire,
The Dave Clark Five,
Quadrant,
Q65,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.