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 Korea South and from Hong Kong.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Funky Four + One to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Todd Rundgren,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cal Tjader,
The Fire Engines,
Whodini,
These Immortal Souls,
Accadde A,
Wolf Eyes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ice-T,
Letta Mbulu,
Schoolly D,
Arab on Radar,
The Smoke,
Chris & Cosey,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Techniques,
Monolake,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brick,
Gong,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jawbox,
the Normal,
New Order,
The Move,
Harmonia,
Lungfish,
The Misunderstood,
Alton Ellis,
Aswad,
Minnie Riperton,
Mark Hollis,
Essential Logic,
Pantytec,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Doobie Brothers,
Con Funk Shun,
Basic Channel,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tommy Roe,
Roger Hodgson,
Camberwell Now,
The Grass Roots,
Moebius,
Angry Samoans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Matthew Halsall,
Shoche,
The Gun Club,
Y Pants,
Swans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Pus,
Albert Ayler,
Clear Light,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.