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 Liberia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
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 David Bowie 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 Young Marble Giants to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Chrome,
Brothers Johnson,
Deepchord,
Byron Stingily,
Au Pairs,
Suburban Knight,
The Leaves,
Brand Nubian,
Oblivians,
Swans,
Lou Reed,
Shuggie Otis,
The Litter,
Sun City Girls,
In Retrospect,
Pierre Henry,
Joyce Sims,
The Move,
Barry Ungar,
Prince Buster,
Frankie Knuckles,
E-Dancer,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
AZ,
The Names,
Livin' Joy,
Mars,
Black Pus,
Junior Murvin,
The Seeds,
Rod Modell,
Visage,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marc Almond,
Lee Hazlewood,
Vladislav Delay,
Maleditus Sound,
The Smoke,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Johnny Osbourne,
Matthew Bourne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Motorama,
Porter Ricks,
Sugar Minott,
Stetsasonic,
Adolescents,
Franke,
Glenn Branca,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Sonics,
Bang On A Can,
Todd Rundgren,
Supertramp,
Radiohead,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Associates,
Metal Thangz,
Black Bananas,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.