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 Maldives and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pylon to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Can,
Dual Sessions,
The Divine Comedy,
F. McDonald,
Dennis Brown,
Simply Red,
Soul II Soul,
Lyres,
Severed Heads,
Morten Harket,
The Saints,
the Human League,
ABBA,
the Sonics,
Sarah Menescal,
Alison Limerick,
Ice-T,
Alton Ellis,
John Cale,
Buzzcocks,
Judy Mowatt,
Suicide,
Kas Product,
Neil Young,
Sällskapet,
Juan Atkins,
Eric Copeland,
U.S. Maple,
Marvin Gaye,
Leonard Cohen,
X-Ray Spex,
The Stooges,
Rod Modell,
Gichy Dan,
Barrington Levy,
Sound Behaviour,
Pagans,
Joensuu 1685,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Names,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Techniques,
Visage,
The Star Department,
June of 44,
Fela Kuti,
B.T. Express,
Roxette,
Hot Snakes,
Ronan,
Fat Boys,
Q and Not U,
Das Ding,
Franke,
Sixth Finger,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Siglo XX,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.