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 Guinea and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Kayak to the grime 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Flamin' Groovies,
Organ,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Radiopuhelimet,
Urselle,
June Days,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wasted Youth,
Gang of Four,
Lou Reed,
Television,
Vladislav Delay,
Eric Copeland,
D'Angelo,
Angry Samoans,
Mark Hollis,
Desert Stars,
The Happenings,
The Raincoats,
Funky Four + One,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dennis Brown,
Moby Grape,
The Red Krayola,
The Sound,
Fatback Band,
The Buckinghams,
The Martian,
Gastr Del Sol,
David Bowie,
R.M.O.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Niagra,
Q65,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sällskapet,
Joe Smooth,
Connie Case,
Swell Maps,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Thee Headcoats,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
New Age Steppers,
Stetsasonic,
The Birthday Party,
Eddi Front,
Clear Light,
Eric B and Rakim,
Zero Boys,
One Last Wish,
Donald Byrd,
Accadde A,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Michelle Simonal,
La Düsseldorf,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.