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 Swaziland and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Ice-T to the dance 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
New Age Steppers,
Q and Not U,
Cal Tjader,
Spoonie Gee,
Lightning Bolt,
Saccharine Trust,
Sällskapet,
Easy Going,
Motorama,
Inner City,
Second Layer,
James White and The Blacks,
Thee Headcoats,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stockholm Monsters,
DJ Sneak,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
X-101,
Joensuu 1685,
Agent Orange,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Victims,
Pulsallama,
Pole,
Don Cherry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sex Pistols,
Popol Vuh,
Jimmy McGriff,
ABC,
The Seeds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soft Machine,
Fatback Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mars,
Essential Logic,
Ronan,
K-Klass,
X-Ray Spex,
Los Fastidios,
Clear Light,
Magma,
Ohio Players,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang of Four,
Warren Ellis,
Hardrive,
Audionom,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sandy B,
Piero Umiliani,
8 Eyed Spy,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.