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 Netherlands and from Edmonton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Donald Fagen 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 Morten Harket to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Flash Fearless,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Mojo Men,
T. Rex,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
David Bowie,
Sam Rivers,
Kerri Chandler,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Loose Ends,
David McCallum,
Pagans,
Bill Near,
Derrick Morgan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Arab on Radar,
Dennis Brown,
Tommy Roe,
Das Ding,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Yellowson,
Underground Resistance,
Joyce Sims,
Interpol,
Accadde A,
Lakeside,
Minor Threat,
DNA,
Faust,
The Sound,
The Moody Blues,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang Starr,
Procol Harum,
The Walker Brothers,
Roxette,
Nas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hashim,
Archie Shepp,
Symarip,
One Last Wish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Monolake,
Terry Callier,
Fear,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jeff Mills,
the Germs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
a-ha,
Lou Reed,
Eric Copeland,
La Düsseldorf,
Moebius,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.