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 Mongolia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 The Raincoats to the techno 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Minny Pops,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Magazine,
Mary Jane Girls,
Funkadelic,
48th St. Collective,
DJ Sneak,
Subhumans,
Sparks,
Severed Heads,
The Barracudas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Simply Red,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Golliwogs,
The Raincoats,
Barry Ungar,
Alison Limerick,
the Association,
Al Stewart,
The Seeds,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eve St. Jones,
Alphaville,
The Durutti Column,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gap Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Avey Tare,
Donny Hathaway,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
David Bowie,
Heaven 17,
Josef K,
Sandy B,
Colin Newman,
Moby Grape,
Robert Hood,
Pole,
Hot Snakes,
Drexciya,
Minnie Riperton,
L. Decosne,
Mark Hollis,
Pussy Galore,
Wally Richardson,
Boz Scaggs,
Laurel Aitken,
DJ Style,
Terry Callier,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Los Fastidios,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bob Dylan,
kango's stein massive,
Aloha Tigers,
Ken Boothe,
Piero Umiliani,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.