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 Mexico 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
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 oboe 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 These Immortal Souls to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultra Naté,
E-Dancer,
Sex Pistols,
OOIOO,
The Doobie Brothers,
Peter and Kerry,
Piero Umiliani,
ABC,
Dave Gahan,
The Young Rascals,
Lyres,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dawn Penn,
Ituana,
Moss Icon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Skriet,
China Crisis,
The Velvet Underground,
Toni Rubio,
Hashim,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Divine Comedy,
Hardrive,
Robert Wyatt,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Sonics,
Procol Harum,
The Skatalites,
The Moody Blues,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ten City,
Sly & The Family Stone,
a-ha,
The Index,
The Gladiators,
Aaron Thompson,
Cluster,
Nirvana,
Bluetip,
Derrick May,
Joey Negro,
Yaz,
Aloha Tigers,
the Human League,
Scott Walker,
New Order,
Ronnie Foster,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cymande,
The Searchers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Byrd,
Oblivians,
Gastr Del Sol,
Terry Callier,
Eddi Front,
Wings,
This Heat,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.