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 Bahamas and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Janne Schatter to the grime 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lungfish,
Delta 5,
Circle Jerks,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Christie,
Television Personalities,
the Human League,
Urselle,
Grey Daturas,
Dark Day,
KRS-One,
The Five Americans,
Tim Buckley,
Magazine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Alarm Clocks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Throbbing Gristle,
T.S.O.L.,
Index,
Kevin Saunderson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Technova,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brothers Johnson,
Fat Boys,
the Association,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Cale,
Cybotron,
EPMD,
Fluxion,
Jawbox,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barrington Levy,
Darondo,
The Remains,
Slave,
Rufus Thomas,
Surgeon,
Connie Case,
Ten City,
David Axelrod,
Kerri Chandler,
Agent Orange,
John Lydon,
Aswad,
Simply Red,
Kenny Larkin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Los Fastidios,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cure,
F. McDonald,
Newcleus,
Brand Nubian,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.