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 Angola and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Michael McDonald 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aural Exciters,
Spandau Ballet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Average White Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
H. Thieme,
The Motions,
Lyres,
Joe Finger,
Eve St. Jones,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fear,
Alphaville,
Man Parrish,
Colin Newman,
Circle Jerks,
Maleditus Sound,
EPMD,
The Red Krayola,
Eddi Front,
Bill Wells,
The Dead C,
Boz Scaggs,
Faust,
Basic Channel,
Marmalade,
DJ Sneak,
Matthew Halsall,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Donald Byrd,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Don Cherry,
8 Eyed Spy,
LL Cool J,
Todd Terry,
Cybotron,
James White and The Blacks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cure,
Rhythm & Sound,
Moss Icon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Pretty Things,
Porter Ricks,
Reuben Wilson,
The Stooges,
Graham Central Station,
Altered Images,
Sound Behaviour,
Sonny Sharrock,
Qualms,
Bill Near,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Seeds,
Soulsonic Force,
Arcadia,
Byron Stingily,
Sonic Youth,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap 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.