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 the UAE and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Metal Thangz to the punk 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Laurel Aitken,
Y Pants,
Kayak,
Aural Exciters,
Kenny Larkin,
Danielle Patucci,
The New Christs,
Yusef Lateef,
Jacques Brel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lakeside,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Janne Schatter,
Sugar Minott,
Slave,
Hot Snakes,
Banda Bassotti,
The Residents,
Underground Resistance,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Visage,
MDC,
The Cowsills,
Guru Guru,
Magma,
The Beau Brummels,
The Saints,
Grandmaster Flash,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Human League,
Q and Not U,
Scan 7,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Panda Bear,
Brothers Johnson,
D'Angelo,
Judy Mowatt,
Todd Terry,
the Germs,
Deakin,
Roy Ayers,
John Cale,
The Fuzztones,
Jandek,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Moon,
U.S. Maple,
Neu!,
Cecil Taylor,
The Blues Magoos,
Gabor Szabo,
Duran Duran,
Pussy Galore,
Oneida,
Los Fastidios,
The Associates,
Fatback Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Spandau Ballet,
Trumans Water,
Mission of Burma,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.