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 Moldova and from Manila.
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 Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Marc Almond to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Section 25,
The Slits,
Gang Green,
Joensuu 1685,
Amon Düül,
Johnny Clarke,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nirvana,
Junior Murvin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jandek,
Harry Pussy,
Wally Richardson,
Moss Icon,
The Cure,
Ken Boothe,
Moebius,
Los Fastidios,
Connie Case,
Donald Byrd,
Kerri Chandler,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Raincoats,
Sun Ra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Archie Shepp,
Marmalade,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ornette Coleman,
Zero Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
Accadde A,
Boz Scaggs,
Scrapy,
Malaria!,
Fat Boys,
the Swans,
Intrusion,
Minor Threat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bizarre Inc.,
Khruangbin,
Matthew Bourne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Stetsasonic,
Sarah Menescal,
The Monks,
Angry Samoans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Suicide,
Henry Cow,
One Last Wish,
Unwound,
The Detroit Cobras,
The United States of America,
Vainqueur,
Yusef Lateef,
Underground Resistance,
Animal Collective,
Bootsy Collins,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.