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 Moldova and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Alton Ellis to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Charles Mingus,
Toni Rubio,
June Days,
Rod Modell,
Black Moon,
the Bar-Kays,
Soul II Soul,
Motorama,
Delon & Dalcan,
Godley & Creme,
Inner City,
DNA,
Pagans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Sonics,
Anakelly,
The Sonics,
Nas,
Tom Boy,
Trumans Water,
Popol Vuh,
U.S. Maple,
The Barracudas,
Flash Fearless,
Chris Corsano,
The Zeros,
Lyres,
Gichy Dan,
Wings,
Quadrant,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mark Hollis,
Panda Bear,
Desert Stars,
Heaven 17,
Moby Grape,
Susan Cadogan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Neil Young,
The Human League,
Echospace,
The Index,
Scion,
Scrapy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tim Buckley,
Thee Headcoats,
Tears for Fears,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Monks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Davy DMX,
Fear,
The Searchers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brothers Johnson,
Duran Duran,
Yaz,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.