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 Bolivia and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Stiv Bators to the techno 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Grey Daturas,
Scion,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Connie Case,
Boz Scaggs,
Ornette Coleman,
CMW,
Tropical Tobacco,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marshall Jefferson,
OOIOO,
Masters at Work,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Altered Images,
Gerry Rafferty,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nirvana,
The Leaves,
Yazoo,
PIL,
Maleditus Sound,
Siglo XX,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Selecter,
The Moody Blues,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Donald Byrd,
Eddi Front,
Brass Construction,
Pere Ubu,
The Modern Lovers,
Barrington Levy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Matthew Bourne,
Agitation Free,
Technova,
Amon Düül,
Piero Umiliani,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Sonics,
Y Pants,
Kenny Larkin,
Gichy Dan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Toni Rubio,
Ultimate Spinach,
Andrew Hill,
Pierre Henry,
Q and Not U,
Index,
Bobby Womack,
Danielle Patucci,
Bob Dylan,
Avey Tare,
a-ha,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mantronix,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.