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 Finland and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Frankie Knuckles to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Loose Ends,
It's A Beautiful Day,
KRS-One,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Trumans Water,
Massinfluence,
The Dead C,
Joyce Sims,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alice Coltrane,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mission of Burma,
The Shadows of Knight,
Freddie Wadling,
Toni Rubio,
Y Pants,
Eve St. Jones,
Gichy Dan,
Grey Daturas,
Pet Shop Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
Talk Talk,
Crime,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hot Snakes,
Saccharine Trust,
Mark Hollis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cramps,
The Mummies,
Todd Rundgren,
Electric Prunes,
Heaven 17,
the Human League,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
48th St. Collective,
Danielle Patucci,
Motorama,
Neu!,
The Kinks,
Blake Baxter,
Donny Hathaway,
Moebius,
Jawbox,
Robert Görl,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deakin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mr. Review,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cure,
Black Sheep,
Lightning Bolt,
Interpol,
Theoretical Girls,
The Evens,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Erasure,
Carl Craig,
X-Ray Spex,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.