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 Marshall Islands and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 David Bowie 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 Doobie Brothers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
L. Decosne,
Barbara Tucker,
Peter and Kerry,
Slick Rick,
T.S.O.L.,
Popol Vuh,
John Lydon,
a-ha,
MDC,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Junior Murvin,
Pantaleimon,
Zero Boys,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Byron Stingily,
Gang Starr,
Rakim,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Todd Terry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Circle Jerks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tom Boy,
Danielle Patucci,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scratch Acid,
Qualms,
Radiopuhelimet,
Agitation Free,
Kurtis Blow,
the Bar-Kays,
Barclay James Harvest,
Supertramp,
Lindisfarne,
Chris & Cosey,
Jeff Lynne,
The Offenders,
One Last Wish,
Michelle Simonal,
Von Mondo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Symarip,
Jawbox,
New York Dolls,
Matthew Halsall,
Ronan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
La Düsseldorf,
Siglo XX,
OOIOO,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eden Ahbez,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Electric Prunes,
Absolute Body Control,
The Blues Magoos,
Terry Callier,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.