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 Mongolia and from Beijing.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eli Mardock to the grunge 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman 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 Men They Couldn't Hang,
Young Marble Giants,
The Gun Club,
Camberwell Now,
The Sound,
Ice-T,
Nas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scion,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Music Machine,
Pierre Henry,
Andrew Hill,
Althea and Donna,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Dave Clark Five,
World's Most,
Pylon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
K-Klass,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Carl Craig,
Q and Not U,
The Slits,
Ornette Coleman,
Cecil Taylor,
Franke,
Davy DMX,
Arcadia,
Fatback Band,
Stereo Dub,
Trumans Water,
Gang Gang Dance,
Grauzone,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Real Kids,
Neu!,
Japan,
Stockholm Monsters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Zapp,
Minutemen,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rites of Spring,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Supertramp,
8 Eyed Spy,
Audionom,
Moebius,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mark Hollis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
48th St. Collective,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
X-102,
Isaac Hayes,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.