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 Colombia and from Seoul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 F. McDonald to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ten City,
Lungfish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
New Age Steppers,
La Düsseldorf,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Foxx,
Los Fastidios,
Patti Smith,
Marine Girls,
Babytalk,
Tubeway Army,
The Count Five,
Tommy Roe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
A Certain Ratio,
Section 25,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang Starr,
Deepchord,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Soft Cell,
Visage,
Jeff Lynne,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Circle Jerks,
Tom Boy,
Camouflage,
Schoolly D,
The Moleskins,
Cymande,
The Standells,
The Trojans,
Alphaville,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Man Parrish,
B.T. Express,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tres Demented,
Fatback Band,
Suicide,
One Last Wish,
Jerry's Kids,
Yaz,
Newcleus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Moebius,
Brothers Johnson,
Harmonia,
Roxy Music,
The Skatalites,
Curtis Mayfield,
DJ Sneak,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.