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 Barbados and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Michael McDonald 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 Pussy Galore to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Scion,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sarah Menescal,
Erasure,
The Martian,
The Seeds,
Vainqueur,
The Tremeloes,
Aswad,
Oneida,
Lakeside,
Faraquet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Patti Smith,
New Order,
Barbara Tucker,
Crime,
Young Marble Giants,
The Mojo Men,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joey Negro,
Soul II Soul,
Joe Smooth,
Grey Daturas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Trumans Water,
Model 500,
Mantronix,
Television Personalities,
The Star Department,
The Red Krayola,
The Electric Prunes,
Aaron Thompson,
Vladislav Delay,
John Cale,
Agent Orange,
Leonard Cohen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Popol Vuh,
Dawn Penn,
Deakin,
Guru Guru,
Urselle,
Sonic Youth,
Soft Cell,
Fear,
Nick Fraelich,
ABC,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Slackers,
Japan,
Smog,
Black Flag,
New Age Steppers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Altered Images,
cv313,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.