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 Hungary 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Nils Olav to the jazz 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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 Cure,
DJ Sneak,
Marcia Griffiths,
Babytalk,
Camberwell Now,
The Barracudas,
Oneida,
Nico,
cv313,
The Zeros,
Sex Pistols,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wasted Youth,
The Associates,
Circle Jerks,
Second Layer,
Organ,
Robert Görl,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kurtis Blow,
The Young Rascals,
Outsiders,
Little Man,
Surgeon,
Bad Manners,
Monolake,
The Angels of Light,
the Association,
The Techniques,
the Human League,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Deakin,
Todd Rundgren,
Magma,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang Starr,
Junior Murvin,
The Index,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rod Modell,
Royal Trux,
Dark Day,
David McCallum,
The Vogues,
Sarah Menescal,
Todd Terry,
Goldenarms,
The Smiths,
Wally Richardson,
Barrington Levy,
The Standells,
The Mummies,
UT,
Jandek,
Visage,
Eli Mardock,
Marshall Jefferson,
Average White Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.