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 Indonesia and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Brothers Johnson to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Donny Hathaway,
The Blackbyrds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Average White Band,
Pantytec,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brass Construction,
Soul II Soul,
Nick Fraelich,
Simply Red,
Prince Buster,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Modern Lovers,
Scratch Acid,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Main Source,
Matthew Halsall,
Hoover,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Germs,
A Certain Ratio,
Franke,
David Bowie,
Deadbeat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Trojans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Interpol,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Doobie Brothers,
The J.B.'s,
The Martian,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Mummies,
Heaven 17,
Fluxion,
X-Ray Spex,
Young Marble Giants,
Barrington Levy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marmalade,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lindisfarne,
the Sonics,
The Walker Brothers,
Amazonics,
David Axelrod,
the Slits,
The Victims,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bill Near,
Faraquet,
Barry Ungar,
Minny Pops,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Reagan Youth,
Wolf Eyes,
Funkadelic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.