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 Guyana and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
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 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 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 Desert Stars to the crunk 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
The Cramps,
MDC,
The Black Dice,
Lakeside,
The Five Americans,
Saccharine Trust,
The Beau Brummels,
Lucky Dragons,
Underground Resistance,
Grey Daturas,
The Monks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Connie Case,
The Human League,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Television,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Blake Baxter,
Nick Fraelich,
The Happenings,
The Remains,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Yazoo,
Black Bananas,
Joe Finger,
John Cale,
The Music Machine,
Mission of Burma,
Basic Channel,
Jesper Dahlback,
Funky Four + One,
Whodini,
Sight & Sound,
X-101,
The Associates,
The Star Department,
Nation of Ulysses,
Archie Shepp,
Kerri Chandler,
H. Thieme,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Circle Jerks,
Cheater Slicks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dave Gahan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Quantec,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pet Shop Boys,
JFA,
Kas Product,
Robert Görl,
Agent Orange,
PIL,
Bang On A Can,
Godley & Creme,
Henry Cow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gories,
Kayak,
The Litter,
Television Personalities,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.