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 Kiribati and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Lou Reed 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 Gil Scott Heron to the rap 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Suicide,
Livin' Joy,
Harmonia,
Todd Rundgren,
Erasure,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Young Rascals,
Bill Near,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ultra Naté,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rosa Yemen,
Average White Band,
Echospace,
The Five Americans,
Hoover,
Rotary Connection,
Cheater Slicks,
Das Ding,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tom Boy,
ABC,
Ronan,
The Tremeloes,
R.M.O.,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Happenings,
Royal Trux,
Sparks,
Schoolly D,
Electric Prunes,
Gabor Szabo,
The Zeros,
Warren Ellis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
JFA,
Hardrive,
Icehouse,
Leonard Cohen,
Arab on Radar,
Bobbi Humphrey,
World's Most,
Joensuu 1685,
John Lydon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marmalade,
Public Image Ltd.,
Outsiders,
Aaron Thompson,
Andrew Hill,
kango's stein massive,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The United States of America,
Spoonie Gee,
Pierre Henry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sandy B,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.