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 Switzerland and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Lou Reed 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Audionom,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Saints,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Trojans,
Amon Düül II,
Bad Manners,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eric Copeland,
Sparks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wings,
Monolake,
Lalann,
Fugazi,
Black Moon,
Electric Prunes,
Isaac Hayes,
Fad Gadget,
Alice Coltrane,
Piero Umiliani,
Warren Ellis,
kango's stein massive,
The Count Five,
the Soft Cell,
Lou Reed,
Scion,
The Electric Prunes,
Albert Ayler,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Residents,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
EPMD,
The Wake,
World's Most,
New York Dolls,
The Golliwogs,
Laurel Aitken,
Soul II Soul,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Grass Roots,
Japan,
Yusef Lateef,
Banda Bassotti,
Jeff Lynne,
X-101,
Rotary Connection,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Metal Thangz,
Sister Nancy,
Erasure,
James White and The Blacks,
R.M.O.,
Black Bananas,
Fela Kuti,
DJ Sneak,
E-Dancer,
Monks,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.