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 Kazakhstan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Barbara Tucker to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Minny Pops,
Suburban Knight,
ABBA,
Sarah Menescal,
The Doobie Brothers,
Von Mondo,
Amon Düül,
Japan,
Brass Construction,
The Divine Comedy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lyres,
Joey Negro,
Mo-Dettes,
Vladislav Delay,
Bad Manners,
Lindisfarne,
Country Teasers,
The Fugs,
Oneida,
Andrew Hill,
Soft Machine,
The Electric Prunes,
Symarip,
Sugar Minott,
Tommy Roe,
Anakelly,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
China Crisis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rakim,
The Doors,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Slits,
Lakeside,
Scientists,
The Kinks,
Eric Dolphy,
Yellowson,
The J.B.'s,
Gong,
The Gap Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Tubeway Army,
Susan Cadogan,
a-ha,
Grauzone,
Amon Düül II,
The Martian,
Zapp,
Mr. Review,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Absolute Body Control,
PIL,
Echospace,
The Knickerbockers,
Nik Kershaw,
Minnie Riperton,
The Walker Brothers,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.