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 Argentina and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Kerri Chandler to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Godley & Creme,
The Fortunes,
Au Pairs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Loose Ends,
Jeru the Damaja,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Parry Music,
Roger Hodgson,
The Buckinghams,
ABBA,
Joe Finger,
Sugar Minott,
Minnie Riperton,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Swans,
Neil Young,
H. Thieme,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pierre Henry,
Main Source,
Rites of Spring,
Josef K,
This Heat,
Idris Muhammad,
Peter & Gordon,
Scrapy,
Malaria!,
World's Most,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Slave,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rekid,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
cv313,
The Trojans,
Nils Olav,
Al Stewart,
Tomorrow,
Marc Almond,
Television Personalities,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Monks,
the Human League,
Dorothy Ashby,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Swell Maps,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
L. Decosne,
Laurel Aitken,
The Pretty Things,
Grey Daturas,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.