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 Malaysia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Lou Reed 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 Mary Jane Girls to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics 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 crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Q and Not U,
DNA,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Happenings,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Silicon Teens,
Rekid,
Minnie Riperton,
the Soft Cell,
Gong,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Standells,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barrington Levy,
Kenny Larkin,
The Doors,
Kerrie Biddell,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bronski Beat,
Freddie Wadling,
Fat Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
Vainqueur,
Tim Buckley,
Liliput,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sandy B,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Motions,
Das Ding,
The Angels of Light,
Con Funk Shun,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Funkadelic,
New Age Steppers,
Chris Corsano,
Yellowson,
The Buckinghams,
Surgeon,
Loose Ends,
AZ,
ABC,
Section 25,
David Axelrod,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kerri Chandler,
T. Rex,
The Slits,
John Coltrane,
Anthony Braxton,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Traffic Nightmare,
Livin' Joy,
Mandrill,
Roger Hodgson,
Quadrant,
EPMD,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.