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 Ethiopia and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Lou Reed 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 Amon Düül to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Public Enemy,
Idris Muhammad,
Intrusion,
Faust,
Chris Corsano,
Skriet,
Can,
Black Sheep,
F. McDonald,
Skarface,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nick Fraelich,
Colin Newman,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Slits,
Henry Cow,
The Grass Roots,
Deadbeat,
The Pretty Things,
Buzzcocks,
Crash Course in Science,
Excepter,
Funky Four + One,
Minutemen,
Ralphi Rosario,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Massinfluence,
K-Klass,
The Fire Engines,
Sun City Girls,
Wally Richardson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Public Image Ltd.,
Flash Fearless,
Joensuu 1685,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Smoke,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Boogie Down Productions,
Duran Duran,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Pus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Amazonics,
Prince Buster,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ronan,
Symarip,
KRS-One,
Tres Demented,
Peter and Kerry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Yusef Lateef,
Gabor Szabo,
Zero Boys,
Interpol,
Wasted Youth,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.