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 Jordan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Slackers to the grunge 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Darondo,
The Electric Prunes,
a-ha,
Desert Stars,
The Gories,
Absolute Body Control,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The New Christs,
Scott Walker,
MDC,
Can,
Dark Day,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Drexciya,
The American Breed,
Fad Gadget,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Walker Brothers,
Blossom Toes,
Quadrant,
Pierre Henry,
Fluxion,
Loose Ends,
Sex Pistols,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Theoretical Girls,
Soft Machine,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Althea and Donna,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cameo,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Victims,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scion,
Reuben Wilson,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Music Machine,
Supertramp,
LL Cool J,
Make Up,
Zero Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Count Five,
Lucky Dragons,
The Kinks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bluetip,
Eden Ahbez,
Half Japanese,
The Blackbyrds,
Arcadia,
The Invisible,
The Pretty Things,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Evens,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.