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 Belarus and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
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 oboe 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 Yaz to the disco 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
China Crisis,
Oneida,
Arcadia,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minutemen,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Red Krayola,
Rites of Spring,
The Last Poets,
Fear,
Moebius,
Gang of Four,
Bluetip,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joyce Sims,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Unrelated Segments,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nas,
cv313,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Moleskins,
Tim Buckley,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Panda Bear,
The Dead C,
Kerri Chandler,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ten City,
Johnny Clarke,
Whodini,
Goldenarms,
The Raincoats,
Avey Tare,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Saccharine Trust,
Jeff Lynne,
The Doors,
Barclay James Harvest,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Lydon,
Icehouse,
New York Dolls,
Heaven 17,
Cameo,
Neil Young,
Darondo,
Funkadelic,
Bill Near,
Amon Düül,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bad Manners,
Wasted Youth,
The Motions,
F. McDonald,
Spoonie Gee,
Dead Boys,
The American Breed,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.