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 Belize and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Holger Czukay 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 The Mojo Men to the punk 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Albert Ayler,
Oblivians,
Graham Central Station,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joyce Sims,
Kayak,
Reuben Wilson,
Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
kango's stein massive,
Matthew Halsall,
June of 44,
Main Source,
The Evens,
Eric Copeland,
Dead Boys,
The Stooges,
Johnny Osbourne,
Chris Corsano,
Sarah Menescal,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stereo Dub,
Ohio Players,
Rhythm & Sound,
Skarface,
Lightning Bolt,
The Smiths,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fort Wilson Riot,
ABC,
Tres Demented,
Eric Dolphy,
Moebius,
Fat Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
These Immortal Souls,
Sex Pistols,
Pharoah Sanders,
Radiohead,
Black Bananas,
the Human League,
Electric Prunes,
Wasted Youth,
Darondo,
Infiniti,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Althea and Donna,
Glenn Branca,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Swell Maps,
This Heat,
The Doors,
Eve St. Jones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alison Limerick,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Coltrane,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deadbeat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.