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 Dominica and from Columbus.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Neil Young to the grunge 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Chrome,
Simply Red,
Section 25,
Black Bananas,
the Association,
The Monochrome Set,
X-101,
Camberwell Now,
The Index,
Drexciya,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Masters at Work,
Supertramp,
Shoche,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sarah Menescal,
Trumans Water,
The Cramps,
UT,
AZ,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Moody Blues,
The Knickerbockers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Five Americans,
John Coltrane,
Fat Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
David Axelrod,
Scrapy,
Rapeman,
The Martian,
The Divine Comedy,
Roxette,
Chris Corsano,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cal Tjader,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eli Mardock,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Grauzone,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brass Construction,
Delta 5,
Jeff Lynne,
Lucky Dragons,
John Holt,
CMW,
Negative Approach,
Ken Boothe,
Camouflage,
The Blackbyrds,
Ice-T,
Cameo,
The Leaves,
Spoonie Gee,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.