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 Panama and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Invisible to the funk 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Television,
June Days,
June of 44,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sound Behaviour,
The Toasters,
Connie Case,
Ralphi Rosario,
Banda Bassotti,
Judy Mowatt,
Marc Almond,
This Heat,
The Associates,
The Index,
Tres Demented,
Nick Fraelich,
Rosa Yemen,
Aswad,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Flipper,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Durutti Column,
The Dead C,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marvin Gaye,
The Blues Magoos,
Tommy Roe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Faraquet,
The Cure,
H. Thieme,
Y Pants,
The Sound,
The Golliwogs,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gories,
Minny Pops,
Altered Images,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marine Girls,
Whodini,
Trumans Water,
Bill Near,
World's Most,
Porter Ricks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Main Source,
The Smoke,
The Misunderstood,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Mojo Men,
Laurel Aitken,
Franke,
Mad Mike,
Sonic Youth,
Wally Richardson,
Carl Craig,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.