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 Grenada and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Supertramp to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gun Club,
Tim Buckley,
Soulsonic Force,
Talk Talk,
Heaven 17,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Electric Prunes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aural Exciters,
Faraquet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Germs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rotary Connection,
Sight & Sound,
The Offenders,
Scan 7,
The Monks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Organ,
Von Mondo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joy Division,
Blancmange,
Kool Moe Dee,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Swans,
The Gladiators,
Be Bop Deluxe,
D'Angelo,
Khruangbin,
Letta Mbulu,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Flag,
Byron Stingily,
Accadde A,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hot Snakes,
The Pretty Things,
Jacob Miller,
Franke,
Fat Boys,
Warsaw,
Sound Behaviour,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lightning Bolt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pet Shop Boys,
Royal Trux,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jandek,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobby Byrd,
Guru Guru,
Sun City Girls,
Bauhaus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.