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 Jordan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 the Fania All-Stars to the disco 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
The Searchers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Talk Talk,
Technova,
James White and The Blacks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roger Hodgson,
Tom Boy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scientists,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Model 500,
The Misunderstood,
Jerry's Kids,
Rufus Thomas,
Marc Almond,
The Mummies,
Ice-T,
Flamin' Groovies,
Y Pants,
Robert Görl,
Thompson Twins,
Intrusion,
Joy Division,
The Gladiators,
The Busters,
Electric Prunes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Associates,
Can,
Theoretical Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Buckinghams,
The American Breed,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Skarface,
The Selecter,
Vladislav Delay,
Cluster,
Eric Dolphy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Vainqueur,
Peter and Kerry,
The Cure,
Altered Images,
The Index,
These Immortal Souls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Visage,
Camberwell Now,
David Axelrod,
The Dead C,
Blossom Toes,
Leonard Cohen,
Icehouse,
Cecil Taylor,
Supertramp,
John Lydon,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.