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 Belarus and from Copenhagen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Robert Palmer 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 The Fall to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Patti Smith,
The Smiths,
Roxette,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soul Sonic Force,
Panda Bear,
Erykah Badu,
The Victims,
Terry Callier,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lebanon Hanover,
Deadbeat,
The Knickerbockers,
In Retrospect,
The Moody Blues,
Rod Modell,
Joe Finger,
the Fania All-Stars,
Harmonia,
H. Thieme,
Black Pus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eden Ahbez,
Fear,
Skarface,
Ronan,
Kerrie Biddell,
10cc,
Clear Light,
Gong,
David McCallum,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roy Ayers,
AZ,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Names,
Bobby Sherman,
Jawbox,
The Last Poets,
Dark Day,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cowsills,
The Durutti Column,
Robert Wyatt,
The Happenings,
Tim Buckley,
Alison Limerick,
Main Source,
Kenny Larkin,
The Searchers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yazoo,
Marc Almond,
Excepter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.