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 Philippines and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Donald Fagen 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 Little Man to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Soulsonic Force,
10cc,
Tom Boy,
These Immortal Souls,
Aloha Tigers,
Aural Exciters,
Symarip,
Max Romeo,
The Five Americans,
Slave,
Piero Umiliani,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mark Hollis,
Guru Guru,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
David Axelrod,
Wally Richardson,
The Fire Engines,
The Stooges,
Erasure,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Whodini,
Tim Buckley,
Average White Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
cv313,
The Seeds,
New Age Steppers,
Liliput,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The American Breed,
Half Japanese,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ice-T,
Vainqueur,
The Dead C,
The Shadows of Knight,
Patti Smith,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rod Modell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
David McCallum,
Eric B and Rakim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nils Olav,
Black Bananas,
Cymande,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pussy Galore,
Loose Ends,
Slick Rick,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Motorama,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cowsills,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.