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 Greece and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Gang Green,
The Fuzztones,
Roger Hodgson,
Dennis Brown,
Japan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Susan Cadogan,
Heaven 17,
Gichy Dan,
DJ Style,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Drexciya,
Marc Almond,
The Tremeloes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pagans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mandrill,
X-102,
Amazonics,
Josef K,
Lebanon Hanover,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Pus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Techniques,
Gil Scott Heron,
Donny Hathaway,
Lakeside,
The Buckinghams,
B.T. Express,
The Searchers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Graham Central Station,
Popol Vuh,
Sound Behaviour,
Quadrant,
One Last Wish,
Skriet,
Eurythmics,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soul Sonic Force,
Banda Bassotti,
The Real Kids,
10cc,
The Sonics,
F. McDonald,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Beau Brummels,
Von Mondo,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobby Byrd,
The Standells,
Maleditus Sound,
Make Up,
Bill Near,
Pere Ubu,
World's Most,
The Gap Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.