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 Tonga and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Donald Fagen 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 B.T. Express to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang of Four,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marine Girls,
The Star Department,
The Music Machine,
Camberwell Now,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
X-102,
Accadde A,
Yazoo,
Sixth Finger,
The Seeds,
Deepchord,
Connie Case,
Animal Collective,
Audionom,
Mary Jane Girls,
Derrick May,
Swell Maps,
Sound Behaviour,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Faust,
Bush Tetras,
Stiv Bators,
Khruangbin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Toasters,
Mars,
Guru Guru,
Archie Shepp,
Adolescents,
Tears for Fears,
The Shadows of Knight,
Severed Heads,
The Fugs,
Grey Daturas,
The Residents,
The Pretty Things,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Neu!,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Thompson Twins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sarah Menescal,
Brick,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aloha Tigers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cramps,
Bad Manners,
Soul II Soul,
Max Romeo,
KRS-One,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang Starr,
Technova,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Delon & Dalcan,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.