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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
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 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 Fat Boys to the rock 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
The Count Five,
Das Ding,
One Last Wish,
Altered Images,
X-Ray Spex,
Roger Hodgson,
Wolf Eyes,
Terry Callier,
Public Image Ltd.,
Don Cherry,
Albert Ayler,
Danielle Patucci,
Terrestrial Tones,
Franke,
Electric Prunes,
Donny Hathaway,
Khruangbin,
KRS-One,
Television Personalities,
Nas,
Wire,
Johnny Clarke,
Sam Rivers,
MC5,
Quando Quango,
Ken Boothe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
ABBA,
The Fire Engines,
Derrick Morgan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stereo Dub,
The Gories,
Warsaw,
Arthur Verocai,
Magma,
Davy DMX,
The Durutti Column,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Al Stewart,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mark Hollis,
The Sound,
Mission of Burma,
Public Enemy,
Hoover,
Glenn Branca,
Q65,
Au Pairs,
Minnie Riperton,
Robert Hood,
Robert Görl,
the Soft Cell,
Rotary Connection,
Camouflage,
Harpers Bizarre,
Shuggie Otis,
Hashim,
Average White Band,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.