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 Costa Rica and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Main Source to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
The Gories,
Sarah Menescal,
Boredoms,
Rufus Thomas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mandrill,
Derrick Morgan,
Tim Buckley,
The Stooges,
The Slits,
Monks,
Lyres,
Alton Ellis,
Inner City,
Hoover,
The Mojo Men,
Laurel Aitken,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Procol Harum,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Das Ding,
Royal Trux,
Y Pants,
Shuggie Otis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tears for Fears,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fad Gadget,
Graham Central Station,
Severed Heads,
The Vogues,
Joensuu 1685,
The Martian,
DJ Style,
Junior Murvin,
Tom Boy,
Amon Düül II,
Barbara Tucker,
Neu!,
Au Pairs,
Minor Threat,
The Durutti Column,
Silicon Teens,
Letta Mbulu,
Sonic Youth,
Minnie Riperton,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Half Japanese,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Archie Shepp,
EPMD,
Bobby Byrd,
The Alarm Clocks,
Blake Baxter,
Eli Mardock,
Jacob Miller,
Connie Case,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.