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 Uzbekistan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Big Daddy Kane to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Sugar Minott,
Robert Hood,
Gastr Del Sol,
Isaac Hayes,
The Trojans,
Mo-Dettes,
Nik Kershaw,
Vladislav Delay,
Tres Demented,
Matthew Bourne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soft Machine,
Ossler,
Terry Callier,
Skaos,
Wire,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jacob Miller,
Country Joe & The Fish,
10cc,
Animal Collective,
John Cale,
Girls At Our Best!,
Boredoms,
The Durutti Column,
Deakin,
New York Dolls,
Yellowson,
The Modern Lovers,
Los Fastidios,
The Red Krayola,
Oblivians,
Tears for Fears,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Sonics,
This Heat,
Livin' Joy,
Rekid,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ken Boothe,
Negative Approach,
The Blackbyrds,
Bootsy Collins,
Patti Smith,
Kenny Larkin,
Tommy Roe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Quadrant,
Bronski Beat,
Absolute Body Control,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Beau Brummels,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minny Pops,
Byron Stingily,
Anakelly,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.