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 Greece and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Pantaleimon to the dance 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Das Ding,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pet Shop Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Alphaville,
Todd Rundgren,
Infiniti,
Nirvana,
Arcadia,
Mo-Dettes,
Amon Düül II,
Todd Terry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Guru Guru,
Joensuu 1685,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Isaac Hayes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kayak,
Kas Product,
The Stooges,
Harmonia,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Neon Judgement,
Terry Callier,
Lalo Schifrin,
Electric Prunes,
Vainqueur,
Ohio Players,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Doobie Brothers,
David McCallum,
The Techniques,
Tim Buckley,
The Walker Brothers,
Erykah Badu,
Robert Görl,
The Seeds,
The Litter,
The Moody Blues,
The Moleskins,
Panda Bear,
A Certain Ratio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Reed,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nico,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Harry Pussy,
Graham Central Station,
Wasted Youth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tomorrow,
Rakim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pylon,
Joyce Sims,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Soft Cell,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.