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 Angola and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Hot Snakes to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
In Retrospect,
Eli Mardock,
Gong,
Infiniti,
the Bar-Kays,
Glenn Branca,
Minny Pops,
John Lydon,
Cecil Taylor,
Marc Almond,
John Foxx,
Warsaw,
MC5,
The Leaves,
Jerry's Kids,
Marine Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Misunderstood,
Maurizio,
Hoover,
Fluxion,
The Moleskins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Electric Prunes,
Gang Green,
The Standells,
Judy Mowatt,
James White and The Blacks,
L. Decosne,
The Busters,
Mantronix,
Massinfluence,
Lucky Dragons,
The Skatalites,
Archie Shepp,
Don Cherry,
World's Most,
The Five Americans,
Radio Birdman,
Barrington Levy,
The Zeros,
Maleditus Sound,
Pylon,
Accadde A,
Guru Guru,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Sheep,
The Index,
Todd Rundgren,
The Human League,
Iggy Pop,
The Cowsills,
Chrome,
Jeff Lynne,
Eden Ahbez,
Spandau Ballet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.