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 Iran and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Aloha Tigers to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Buzzcocks,
Gabor Szabo,
Yaz,
Sugar Minott,
Shuggie Otis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rites of Spring,
MC5,
Derrick May,
Don Cherry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rosa Yemen,
Ponytail,
Eric Copeland,
Henry Cow,
Eddi Front,
Bang On A Can,
F. McDonald,
Panda Bear,
Sight & Sound,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Saints,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nils Olav,
Dark Day,
Minor Threat,
The Slits,
Sam Rivers,
The Associates,
Thee Headcoats,
T.S.O.L.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Carl Craig,
The Human League,
Sandy B,
Delta 5,
Connie Case,
Banda Bassotti,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fire Engines,
OOIOO,
Radio Birdman,
Sixth Finger,
Black Flag,
Ice-T,
Archie Shepp,
Aloha Tigers,
Pylon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Isaac Hayes,
Quantec,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
X-101,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deepchord,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Divine Comedy,
The Index,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.