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 Belgium and from Lyon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Letta Mbulu,
the Human League,
DJ Style,
The Modern Lovers,
a-ha,
Loose Ends,
Donny Hathaway,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Panda Bear,
Electric Prunes,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Cramps,
Donald Byrd,
the Germs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roxette,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Iggy Pop,
The Barracudas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stiv Bators,
Dennis Brown,
Pantaleimon,
The Invisible,
Banda Bassotti,
Second Layer,
Jerry's Kids,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Talk Talk,
OOIOO,
Rod Modell,
The Cure,
U.S. Maple,
Shoche,
PIL,
Visage,
Erykah Badu,
Organ,
Mary Jane Girls,
Vainqueur,
Japan,
Soft Cell,
Surgeon,
the Bar-Kays,
Barbara Tucker,
Rapeman,
Ultimate Spinach,
Radiohead,
Drexciya,
Fugazi,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scrapy,
The Monks,
Cymande,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Moon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Toasters,
In Retrospect,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.