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 Djibouti and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Marine Girls to the rap 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Standells,
Eden Ahbez,
Desert Stars,
Marcia Griffiths,
Charles Mingus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soul II Soul,
The Blues Magoos,
Barrington Levy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kerri Chandler,
Eddi Front,
Fad Gadget,
T.S.O.L.,
Minutemen,
Dennis Brown,
The Gladiators,
Sound Behaviour,
Bill Wells,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Seeds,
Dave Gahan,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Slits,
R.M.O.,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Toasters,
Average White Band,
Khruangbin,
The Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cal Tjader,
Todd Terry,
Scrapy,
The Mummies,
Tim Buckley,
The Cowsills,
The Victims,
New York Dolls,
Mad Mike,
Cymande,
Johnny Osbourne,
The American Breed,
Gang Starr,
Black Sheep,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jeru the Damaja,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Beau Brummels,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Saccharine Trust,
Funkadelic,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.