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 Mali and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe 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 Sound Behaviour to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Faraquet,
Chris Corsano,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Offenders,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Blues Magoos,
These Immortal Souls,
Jerry's Kids,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hot Snakes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Magazine,
Youth Brigade,
Con Funk Shun,
Warsaw,
Bobby Sherman,
Smog,
Motorama,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tommy Roe,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Pop Group,
Lakeside,
Scan 7,
X-101,
John Coltrane,
FM Einheit,
Malaria!,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
China Crisis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Real Kids,
Technova,
kango's stein massive,
Magma,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sandy B,
Altered Images,
Laurel Aitken,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Zero Boys,
John Holt,
Ronnie Foster,
The Smiths,
Donny Hathaway,
the Swans,
Chrome,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Moby Grape,
Arab on Radar,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Todd Terry,
The Associates,
The Index,
Camberwell Now,
Sun Ra,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.