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 Mali and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 D'Angelo to the grunge 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Bizarre Inc.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Normal,
Peter & Gordon,
Unwound,
The Smoke,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Public Enemy,
Can,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lalann,
Nils Olav,
Theoretical Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Monochrome Set,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Monks,
MDC,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
a-ha,
Soulsonic Force,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Neon Judgement,
Moby Grape,
Infiniti,
Don Cherry,
Slave,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pagans,
Thee Headcoats,
48th St. Collective,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Todd Terry,
Make Up,
The Velvet Underground,
Lyres,
The Modern Lovers,
Brick,
The Raincoats,
Max Romeo,
Parry Music,
Black Pus,
Gichy Dan,
DJ Style,
Terry Callier,
Gang Starr,
Johnny Clarke,
Los Fastidios,
Cal Tjader,
Althea and Donna,
Camberwell Now,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kayak,
Big Daddy Kane,
ABBA,
X-102,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.