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 Somalia 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Surgeon to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
The Skatalites,
Pere Ubu,
Joe Smooth,
Sun City Girls,
Monks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joey Negro,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Suicide,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Swans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mantronix,
Excepter,
Intrusion,
The Mojo Men,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Desert Stars,
Hot Snakes,
Slick Rick,
Crime,
Model 500,
Easy Going,
Radiohead,
Matthew Halsall,
Procol Harum,
Amon Düül,
The Stooges,
Michelle Simonal,
Glenn Branca,
Ronan,
Heaven 17,
U.S. Maple,
Faraquet,
Average White Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Moebius,
Pantytec,
Trumans Water,
Kerri Chandler,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Japan,
Aswad,
T. Rex,
Flash Fearless,
The Fortunes,
OOIOO,
The Neon Judgement,
Oblivians,
LL Cool J,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
8 Eyed Spy,
Slave,
Lyres,
Negative Approach,
The Index,
Jacques Brel,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.