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 Monaco and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Qualms to the electroclash 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Interpol,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Electric Prunes,
Monks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jerry's Kids,
Aaron Thompson,
Alton Ellis,
Soul Sonic Force,
June Days,
The Cowsills,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Leaves,
JFA,
Bobby Byrd,
T.S.O.L.,
Carl Craig,
The Misunderstood,
Brothers Johnson,
Panda Bear,
Fela Kuti,
Sister Nancy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pole,
Todd Rundgren,
Newcleus,
Joey Negro,
Peter and Kerry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
L. Decosne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Desert Stars,
Second Layer,
Yazoo,
Kurtis Blow,
June of 44,
New York Dolls,
Reuben Wilson,
Bill Wells,
Dead Boys,
Barry Ungar,
Bauhaus,
Johnny Clarke,
Fear,
One Last Wish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Danielle Patucci,
Ohio Players,
The Zeros,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Isaac Hayes,
Cluster,
Popol Vuh,
Kerri Chandler,
Symarip,
The Mummies,
Accadde A,
Crash Course in Science,
Don Cherry,
Mad Mike,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.