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 Canada and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marvin Gaye to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Pierre Henry,
Smog,
Wasted Youth,
Gang Starr,
Terry Callier,
Bluetip,
Q and Not U,
Robert Hood,
Carl Craig,
The Associates,
Eurythmics,
Brass Construction,
Robert Görl,
Lightning Bolt,
Anakelly,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jandek,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Golliwogs,
Hot Snakes,
Boz Scaggs,
ABBA,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Angels of Light,
Ultra Naté,
The Remains,
Quando Quango,
Television,
Malaria!,
Pylon,
The Smoke,
H. Thieme,
Stereo Dub,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Count Five,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Anthony Braxton,
Radiohead,
Bauhaus,
The Cure,
The Cowsills,
Tom Boy,
Glenn Branca,
The Gap Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Supertramp,
Scientists,
The Gun Club,
Bill Near,
Gang Green,
Arcadia,
The Victims,
Camouflage,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.