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 Cambodia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
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 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 Donald Fagen 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 The Gladiators to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Ponytail,
Drive Like Jehu,
Moby Grape,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Main Source,
Niagra,
Swans,
Porter Ricks,
Nico,
Lyres,
Bobby Womack,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Duran Duran,
Eric Dolphy,
Eurythmics,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Sherman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scientists,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Leaves,
Robert Hood,
Isaac Hayes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bauhaus,
Man Parrish,
Newcleus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Q65,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bang On A Can,
Stereo Dub,
Charles Mingus,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Smiths,
Joe Smooth,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cameo,
Davy DMX,
Rekid,
Massinfluence,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
La Düsseldorf,
the Association,
Kerri Chandler,
Funky Four + One,
Boredoms,
Rites of Spring,
Accadde A,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rufus Thomas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sparks,
Henry Cow,
Yusef Lateef,
The Wake,
The Mummies,
Fugazi,
Connie Case,
Crooked Eye,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.