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 Honduras and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Accadde A,
Khruangbin,
Suicide,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minnie Riperton,
Roxy Music,
Qualms,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Isaac Hayes,
Charles Mingus,
the Association,
Nik Kershaw,
Livin' Joy,
John Foxx,
The Victims,
One Last Wish,
These Immortal Souls,
DNA,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Womack,
Althea and Donna,
The Mummies,
John Coltrane,
Robert Hood,
June of 44,
E-Dancer,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Standells,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hoover,
Electric Prunes,
Aloha Tigers,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gap Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nas,
Scrapy,
Fela Kuti,
Boz Scaggs,
Bill Wells,
Man Parrish,
Joy Division,
The Moody Blues,
Pierre Henry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Metal Thangz,
Y Pants,
Rosa Yemen,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Loose Ends,
Gichy Dan,
The Velvet Underground,
The Leaves,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Derrick May,
Royal Trux,
kango's stein massive,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.