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 Oman and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 48th St. Collective to the grunge 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Joensuu 1685,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roxette,
Main Source,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Monochrome Set,
Soft Machine,
X-101,
Heaven 17,
Moebius,
The Saints,
The Blackbyrds,
Ituana,
Kenny Larkin,
Easy Going,
Bill Wells,
Siglo XX,
Robert Hood,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Minor Threat,
Pet Shop Boys,
Underground Resistance,
Swans,
MC5,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang Green,
Ponytail,
The Searchers,
Joe Finger,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Young Rascals,
Vainqueur,
Don Cherry,
The Gun Club,
Judy Mowatt,
David Axelrod,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fluxion,
Jimmy McGriff,
Unwound,
Ten City,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rekid,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sällskapet,
Mr. Review,
June of 44,
Josef K,
Derrick May,
Charles Mingus,
Infiniti,
Flipper,
Suburban Knight,
Henry Cow,
Television Personalities,
Albert Ayler,
Basic Channel,
The Evens,
Wire,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.