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 Poland and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 The Remains to the grime 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Negative Approach,
Robert Hood,
The Modern Lovers,
Lindisfarne,
John Lydon,
FM Einheit,
X-101,
Erykah Badu,
Trumans Water,
Tom Boy,
The Fugs,
The Trojans,
Masters at Work,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Residents,
Crime,
Technova,
Funkadelic,
Howard Jones,
Dave Gahan,
Bang On A Can,
The Cramps,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gong,
The Music Machine,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yusef Lateef,
Quantec,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Coltrane,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joe Smooth,
World's Most,
The Cowsills,
Moby Grape,
the Slits,
Donald Byrd,
MC5,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dead Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scott Walker,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Mojo Men,
Surgeon,
Mars,
Moss Icon,
Chrome,
Q and Not U,
The Electric Prunes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Inner City,
Jerry's Kids,
The Blackbyrds,
Letta Mbulu,
8 Eyed Spy,
New Order,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sun City Girls,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.