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 Oman and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
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 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 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 Pagans to the crunk 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
James White and The Blacks,
Altered Images,
Archie Shepp,
The Cramps,
Kevin Saunderson,
Neu!,
The Monks,
Cluster,
Man Parrish,
DNA,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
La Düsseldorf,
Morten Harket,
The Remains,
Skaos,
Howard Jones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Severed Heads,
Arthur Verocai,
Stetsasonic,
Spandau Ballet,
Inner City,
Scan 7,
Cymande,
Funky Four + One,
Boredoms,
Mars,
Kayak,
8 Eyed Spy,
Oneida,
FM Einheit,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Todd Rundgren,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eddi Front,
Ice-T,
X-101,
Public Enemy,
The Real Kids,
UT,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eric Dolphy,
Khruangbin,
Rites of Spring,
Malaria!,
Sugar Minott,
B.T. Express,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yazoo,
Echospace,
Unrelated Segments,
Harry Pussy,
The Tremeloes,
Absolute Body Control,
The Pretty Things,
Dave Gahan,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.