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 Malaysia 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Marshall Jefferson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Albert Ayler,
Wasted Youth,
Pantaleimon,
The Red Krayola,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dennis Brown,
Zero Boys,
The Monks,
Hasil Adkins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fad Gadget,
Sun City Girls,
Sugar Minott,
Circle Jerks,
Bad Manners,
Essential Logic,
Todd Terry,
Grey Daturas,
The Detroit Cobras,
Thee Headcoats,
Scion,
David Bowie,
The Fire Engines,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Janne Schatter,
Ohio Players,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fugazi,
Nirvana,
The Black Dice,
The United States of America,
Television Personalities,
Moebius,
Godley & Creme,
Mark Hollis,
The Mummies,
Ronan,
Vainqueur,
Kas Product,
Ludus,
Make Up,
OOIOO,
Byron Stingily,
Cameo,
The Mojo Men,
The Barracudas,
D'Angelo,
Average White Band,
Icehouse,
The Motions,
Echospace,
Yaz,
Parry Music,
The Electric Prunes,
Underground Resistance,
Suburban Knight,
Neu!,
The Angels of Light,
The Velvet Underground,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Sherman,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.