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 Jordan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 The Gories to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
The Five Americans,
Pet Shop Boys,
In Retrospect,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grauzone,
Steve Hackett,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ken Boothe,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fire Engines,
Skaos,
Saccharine Trust,
Warsaw,
Ten City,
10cc,
Lyres,
Thompson Twins,
EPMD,
a-ha,
Bobby Sherman,
Archie Shepp,
Minor Threat,
Funkadelic,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Byrd,
Don Cherry,
David McCallum,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wolf Eyes,
Dawn Penn,
Heaven 17,
Television,
Ludus,
Scratch Acid,
Black Bananas,
Japan,
Amon Düül II,
Boredoms,
Joe Smooth,
Todd Terry,
The Smiths,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alphaville,
Dead Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dave Gahan,
DJ Sneak,
Smog,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pere Ubu,
Roxy Music,
Moby Grape,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Faraquet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Music Machine,
Gil Scott Heron,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.