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 Costa Rica and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 La Düsseldorf to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Gichy Dan,
Peter and Kerry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Evens,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sister Nancy,
Danielle Patucci,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marmalade,
Scott Walker,
Roger Hodgson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Remains,
Gong,
Camberwell Now,
Audionom,
Magazine,
Suburban Knight,
The Slackers,
Black Sheep,
Slave,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Saints,
Terry Callier,
Kayak,
Yazoo,
Ronnie Foster,
Eurythmics,
The Black Dice,
Bill Wells,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brand Nubian,
Essential Logic,
Zapp,
the Soft Cell,
Fat Boys,
Bad Manners,
Aural Exciters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Deadbeat,
Neu!,
Thompson Twins,
Bang On A Can,
Pole,
Soul II Soul,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
EPMD,
Y Pants,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nas,
Robert Wyatt,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sex Pistols,
Peter & Gordon,
Jawbox,
Oneida,
Ohio Players,
Bauhaus,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.