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 Saudi Arabia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Theoretical Girls to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Sound Behaviour,
Quadrant,
The Busters,
Stereo Dub,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Moebius,
Delta 5,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Star Department,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lower 48,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The J.B.'s,
DJ Sneak,
Intrusion,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kurtis Blow,
Arcadia,
The Smiths,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brass Construction,
The Trojans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Schoolly D,
The Litter,
Can,
Mary Jane Girls,
Iggy Pop,
Crooked Eye,
The Walker Brothers,
Brothers Johnson,
The Red Krayola,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Susan Cadogan,
Matthew Bourne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Warsaw,
Minny Pops,
Brick,
Sex Pistols,
Sonic Youth,
Accadde A,
Boz Scaggs,
The Skatalites,
Scrapy,
Heaven 17,
Boogie Down Productions,
Reuben Wilson,
Kenny Larkin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ice-T,
Joensuu 1685,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Funkadelic,
Scott Walker,
Goldenarms,
The Blues Magoos,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.