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 Tanzania and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Peter & Gordon to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang Green,
Theoretical Girls,
Oneida,
Warren Ellis,
Black Bananas,
Saccharine Trust,
Marmalade,
The Angels of Light,
June Days,
Bronski Beat,
Johnny Clarke,
Main Source,
Harry Pussy,
Malaria!,
Tubeway Army,
Alison Limerick,
The Barracudas,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Guru Guru,
Cymande,
Shoche,
T.S.O.L.,
Cluster,
Terry Callier,
Eric Dolphy,
Heaven 17,
Camberwell Now,
Kurtis Blow,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eve St. Jones,
Lakeside,
Aloha Tigers,
Rites of Spring,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sexual Harrassment,
Charles Mingus,
Infiniti,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bauhaus,
Brass Construction,
Tim Buckley,
Model 500,
Depeche Mode,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Boz Scaggs,
F. McDonald,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Magazine,
Los Fastidios,
Sister Nancy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Qualms,
Technova,
ABC,
Amazonics,
Nick Fraelich,
JFA,
Gichy Dan,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.