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 Tajikistan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Robert Palmer 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 Y Pants to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Sun Ra,
Lyres,
Black Moon,
The Searchers,
Theoretical Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Moebius,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Chris Corsano,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hashim,
Mo-Dettes,
The Smiths,
John Lydon,
Dennis Brown,
Cymande,
Interpol,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Sherman,
The American Breed,
The Golliwogs,
Henry Cow,
Carl Craig,
Japan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soft Cell,
OOIOO,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gichy Dan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Detroit Cobras,
UT,
Cheater Slicks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sam Rivers,
The Names,
Ludus,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Magazine,
Con Funk Shun,
Massinfluence,
The Trojans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
FM Einheit,
The Zeros,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Organ,
Crime,
Goldenarms,
Oneida,
Todd Rundgren,
Suicide,
The Young Rascals,
the Association,
Wire,
Circle Jerks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.