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 Laos and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Lebanon Hanover to the jazz 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
New Order,
World's Most,
Altered Images,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Shoche,
Tears for Fears,
Piero Umiliani,
Wings,
Silicon Teens,
Icehouse,
Sister Nancy,
Howard Jones,
The Dead C,
Zero Boys,
The Fortunes,
Public Enemy,
The Velvet Underground,
Roy Ayers,
Accadde A,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Bar-Kays,
James White and The Blacks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Anthony Braxton,
Connie Case,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crime,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Y Pants,
PIL,
John Foxx,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hasil Adkins,
Graham Central Station,
X-102,
Judy Mowatt,
The Slits,
Spandau Ballet,
Juan Atkins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Residents,
Talk Talk,
Joey Negro,
Eurythmics,
Sarah Menescal,
Boredoms,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crispian St. Peters,
Urselle,
The Fire Engines,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Peter & Gordon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.