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 Micronesia and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 The Kinks to the crunk 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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 Fugs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yazoo,
Can,
Sällskapet,
Sarah Menescal,
Althea and Donna,
Desert Stars,
The Dead C,
Boredoms,
Nico,
The Searchers,
Man Parrish,
Fela Kuti,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Sonics,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sexual Harrassment,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
KRS-One,
Hot Snakes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dark Day,
Outsiders,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barclay James Harvest,
Donny Hathaway,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Busters,
Flash Fearless,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Newcleus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Monks,
Rakim,
Soft Cell,
Gang of Four,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alton Ellis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dual Sessions,
Leonard Cohen,
Popol Vuh,
Funkadelic,
L. Decosne,
The J.B.'s,
DJ Style,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gichy Dan,
Jawbox,
The Gun Club,
Section 25,
Marc Almond,
Sound Behaviour,
Nick Fraelich,
Chris & Cosey,
Delta 5,
Gang Starr,
Icehouse,
Lower 48,
Jeru the Damaja,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.