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 Hungary and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide 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 Ituana to the electroclash 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Ash Ra Tempel,
MDC,
Johnny Clarke,
Gong,
Rotary Connection,
Silicon Teens,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Searchers,
Symarip,
Big Daddy Kane,
Funky Four + One,
The Gap Band,
Anthony Braxton,
T. Rex,
Wings,
The Gladiators,
Con Funk Shun,
Eurythmics,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wolf Eyes,
The Residents,
Underground Resistance,
World's Most,
Supertramp,
The Mummies,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Reed,
Eric Dolphy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Trumans Water,
Kenny Larkin,
Deadbeat,
Von Mondo,
The Cramps,
Barbara Tucker,
Neil Young,
Bad Manners,
Minutemen,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bill Near,
Aswad,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aaron Thompson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kurtis Blow,
Donald Byrd,
Franke,
Terrestrial Tones,
The American Breed,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang Starr,
PIL,
Boz Scaggs,
Stiv Bators,
Boredoms,
Minnie Riperton,
Heaven 17,
Marmalade,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.