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 Comoros 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Mars to the electroclash 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Bluetip,
Freddie Wadling,
Donald Byrd,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rekid,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Parry Music,
Japan,
Lou Christie,
Pharoah Sanders,
Derrick May,
PIL,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Babytalk,
The Last Poets,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tropical Tobacco,
Simply Red,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sixth Finger,
Scott Walker,
Vladislav Delay,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rotary Connection,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lungfish,
James White and The Blacks,
Henry Cow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
World's Most,
The Standells,
Nils Olav,
Archie Shepp,
Don Cherry,
Sun City Girls,
Gang Starr,
Dennis Brown,
Skaos,
Technova,
Duran Duran,
Heaven 17,
The Golliwogs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fire Engines,
Laurel Aitken,
The Vogues,
Graham Central Station,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Moss Icon,
Nation of Ulysses,
ABC,
Spandau Ballet,
Harmonia,
Supertramp,
Niagra,
Popol Vuh,
U.S. Maple,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.