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 Cyprus and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Soul II Soul,
Brick,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Japan,
Lakeside,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minutemen,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lindisfarne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Easy Going,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aaron Thompson,
New Order,
Neil Young,
Mad Mike,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
kango's stein massive,
FM Einheit,
Wings,
Dennis Brown,
The Slackers,
The Dead C,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fuzztones,
Delta 5,
Zero Boys,
the Association,
the Sonics,
Chrome,
Simply Red,
Wolf Eyes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Can,
The Beau Brummels,
T.S.O.L.,
Khruangbin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aswad,
Yellowson,
Sound Behaviour,
Au Pairs,
Todd Terry,
Spandau Ballet,
The Mojo Men,
Qualms,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
X-101,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Electric Prunes,
Pantaleimon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ronnie Foster,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Shadows of Knight,
Section 25,
Danielle Patucci,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.