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 Lesotho and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Electric Prunes to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Jacob Miller,
Mark Hollis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultravox,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sun City Girls,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Organ,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Clear Light,
DJ Style,
Urselle,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Moody Blues,
The Victims,
Black Flag,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dennis Brown,
Charles Mingus,
Skriet,
Deadbeat,
Metal Thangz,
Lucky Dragons,
Peter & Gordon,
Robert Görl,
Swell Maps,
Dead Boys,
The Beau Brummels,
Iggy Pop,
Alison Limerick,
The Fire Engines,
Aswad,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Television Personalities,
The Stooges,
Nils Olav,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kayak,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lindisfarne,
Camberwell Now,
Johnny Osbourne,
CMW,
Sex Pistols,
Magazine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fatback Band,
Camouflage,
The Move,
Thee Headcoats,
Ohio Players,
Jawbox,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bob Dylan,
Quando Quango,
Bootsy Collins,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.