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 Peru and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 One Last Wish to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Nico,
Circle Jerks,
The Gladiators,
The Busters,
Ornette Coleman,
Little Man,
Half Japanese,
Qualms,
Surgeon,
Fear,
Chris Corsano,
Cybotron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Swans,
The Dirtbombs,
Visage,
Harry Pussy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
CMW,
Quadrant,
Eddi Front,
Camberwell Now,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Adolescents,
Peter & Gordon,
Suicide,
Juan Atkins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultra Naté,
The Divine Comedy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Faust,
Arcadia,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Darondo,
Supertramp,
Crime,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Monochrome Set,
Eric Copeland,
Sällskapet,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bad Manners,
the Germs,
Minnie Riperton,
Minor Threat,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bizarre Inc.,
DJ Sneak,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scratch Acid,
Hardrive,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Womack,
F. McDonald,
Marvin Gaye,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Patti Smith,
The Names,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.