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 Nepal and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Von Mondo to the funk 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
The Monochrome Set,
Darondo,
The Leaves,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minny Pops,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Suicide,
Sam Rivers,
Procol Harum,
Kayak,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hardrive,
Quantec,
Stockholm Monsters,
Susan Cadogan,
Minor Threat,
Cluster,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nirvana,
Technova,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Christie,
Reagan Youth,
The Happenings,
The Beau Brummels,
Kurtis Blow,
Jeff Lynne,
Amon Düül,
Davy DMX,
Piero Umiliani,
Saccharine Trust,
Severed Heads,
Scion,
The Slits,
The Moleskins,
La Düsseldorf,
Tim Buckley,
Jandek,
Arthur Verocai,
Dennis Brown,
The Velvet Underground,
Pylon,
Ornette Coleman,
AZ,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Monks,
Monolake,
Subhumans,
The Red Krayola,
Kerri Chandler,
Juan Atkins,
Stiv Bators,
Japan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joensuu 1685,
Con Funk Shun,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.