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 Cape Verde and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Dennis Brown to the grime 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Aural Exciters,
A Certain Ratio,
Organ,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Monks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roy Ayers,
Deakin,
Mantronix,
Black Flag,
Rhythm & Sound,
LL Cool J,
Fad Gadget,
Andrew Hill,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cameo,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Remains,
The Blackbyrds,
The Gap Band,
The Motions,
Underground Resistance,
The Vogues,
Robert Wyatt,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rotary Connection,
Echospace,
Delta 5,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Leaves,
Crime,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bluetip,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Beau Brummels,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Intrusion,
B.T. Express,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ultra Naté,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Sheep,
Judy Mowatt,
Grey Daturas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pierre Henry,
Severed Heads,
Johnny Clarke,
Von Mondo,
The Associates,
Urselle,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sex Pistols,
The Blues Magoos,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.