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 Kuwait and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Robert Palmer 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 Urselle to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Lower 48,
Porter Ricks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Main Source,
Heaven 17,
Shuggie Otis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Average White Band,
The Five Americans,
Andrew Hill,
Animal Collective,
Liliput,
Banda Bassotti,
Interpol,
Kerri Chandler,
Mary Jane Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
Metal Thangz,
The Alarm Clocks,
Funky Four + One,
Can,
Pylon,
June of 44,
Malaria!,
The Vogues,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rites of Spring,
The Sound,
Yaz,
Groovy Waters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gil Scott Heron,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Qualms,
Echospace,
Hasil Adkins,
Absolute Body Control,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dual Sessions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scrapy,
48th St. Collective,
Yusef Lateef,
Ponytail,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Boz Scaggs,
Procol Harum,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ossler,
The Motions,
Aaron Thompson,
Agitation Free,
David McCallum,
Sarah Menescal,
Unrelated Segments,
Mr. Review,
Infiniti,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.