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 Montenegro and from Lagos.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Gichy Dan to the rock 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Masters at Work,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fortunes,
June Days,
Jacques Brel,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kayak,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bronski Beat,
the Sonics,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gap Band,
Animal Collective,
T. Rex,
Oblivians,
The Sonics,
Davy DMX,
Tubeway Army,
Blossom Toes,
UT,
The Associates,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Music Machine,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pussy Galore,
Scratch Acid,
Tomorrow,
K-Klass,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Smiths,
Monks,
The Invisible,
KRS-One,
Easy Going,
Camberwell Now,
The Monks,
Funkadelic,
The Last Poets,
Anthony Braxton,
Eddi Front,
Malaria!,
Hardrive,
Quando Quango,
The Gladiators,
Neil Young,
The Shadows of Knight,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sällskapet,
Qualms,
Interpol,
Kerri Chandler,
The Grass Roots,
Letta Mbulu,
Vladislav Delay,
Mantronix,
The Tremeloes,
Sun Ra,
This Heat,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.