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 Turkey and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Banda Bassotti to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
The Buckinghams,
Davy DMX,
Gang Starr,
Colin Newman,
the Slits,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dawn Penn,
Godley & Creme,
Organ,
Can,
Severed Heads,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ossler,
The Motions,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Dirtbombs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
X-101,
Junior Murvin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Foxx,
Bauhaus,
Patti Smith,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roxy Music,
Nick Fraelich,
The Pretty Things,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Circle Jerks,
The Monks,
Vladislav Delay,
JFA,
Stereo Dub,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Harpers Bizarre,
James White and The Blacks,
Tommy Roe,
Radiohead,
Mantronix,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Angels of Light,
June of 44,
The Shadows of Knight,
Subhumans,
Goldenarms,
The Seeds,
Henry Cow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gong,
Donald Byrd,
The Blackbyrds,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Misunderstood,
Agitation Free,
Eddi Front,
MDC,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Robert Hood,
Charles Mingus,
Animal Collective,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.