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 Mexico and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 David Bowie 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 Spandau Ballet to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
The Motions,
The Moleskins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Little Man,
Motorama,
Wally Richardson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Country Teasers,
Television,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Evens,
Buzzcocks,
Wasted Youth,
Parry Music,
Camouflage,
Hot Snakes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gil Scott Heron,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fortunes,
Fear,
OOIOO,
The New Christs,
Sun Ra,
Von Mondo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dark Day,
The Birthday Party,
Basic Channel,
Bob Dylan,
Pulsallama,
Black Moon,
Schoolly D,
Duran Duran,
Infiniti,
Patti Smith,
The Invisible,
Judy Mowatt,
Lungfish,
Mission of Burma,
Connie Case,
June of 44,
The Monochrome Set,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rapeman,
Eve St. Jones,
The Misunderstood,
Anthony Braxton,
Henry Cow,
Severed Heads,
The Doors,
The Stooges,
Aural Exciters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Chris & Cosey,
Jandek,
Eden Ahbez,
Sixth Finger,
Black Bananas,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.