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 Fiji and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
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 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 Michael McDonald 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 Harpers Bizarre to the disco 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Massinfluence,
Derrick Morgan,
Television Personalities,
Severed Heads,
Mantronix,
Peter and Kerry,
Con Funk Shun,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Motorama,
Mission of Burma,
The Associates,
Scientists,
Bobby Sherman,
Lalo Schifrin,
David Bowie,
Babytalk,
Ronan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crash Course in Science,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
B.T. Express,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brothers Johnson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Fania All-Stars,
Siglo XX,
48th St. Collective,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Banda Bassotti,
the Germs,
Au Pairs,
Cymande,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Audionom,
Nils Olav,
The Evens,
Faust,
Camouflage,
the Slits,
Henry Cow,
Sun Ra,
Unwound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Symarip,
Metal Thangz,
Ralphi Rosario,
Thompson Twins,
The Cure,
Gang Green,
Icehouse,
The Modern Lovers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cecil Taylor,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.