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 Comoros and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Lee Hazlewood to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
The Fortunes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Patti Smith,
Marcia Griffiths,
David Axelrod,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rotary Connection,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Electric Prunes,
Cal Tjader,
Graham Central Station,
Television,
Faust,
Boz Scaggs,
Banda Bassotti,
The Star Department,
Juan Atkins,
Fluxion,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dead Boys,
Warren Ellis,
Popol Vuh,
Silicon Teens,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marine Girls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Martian,
Pierre Henry,
Circle Jerks,
the Sonics,
Reuben Wilson,
The Smiths,
John Holt,
John Lydon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Quando Quango,
Country Teasers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Knickerbockers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Residents,
Skriet,
T. Rex,
Surgeon,
Rufus Thomas,
Trumans Water,
Peter and Kerry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Basic Channel,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
MDC,
Stetsasonic,
Monolake,
Frankie Knuckles,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.