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 Syria and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Birthday Party,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rites of Spring,
Pagans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Fat Boys,
Dennis Brown,
Bill Wells,
Aloha Tigers,
The Star Department,
MDC,
Q and Not U,
Spoonie Gee,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Goldenarms,
Bauhaus,
Lyres,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Clear Light,
Deakin,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sam Rivers,
Sister Nancy,
LL Cool J,
Suicide,
Urselle,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Young Rascals,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pole,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gories,
Section 25,
F. McDonald,
Shuggie Otis,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
KRS-One,
Steve Hackett,
Kerri Chandler,
Max Romeo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scion,
In Retrospect,
CMW,
The Beau Brummels,
Inner City,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gabor Szabo,
Los Fastidios,
Byron Stingily,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fela Kuti,
Liliput,
Carl Craig,
The Dirtbombs,
Y Pants,
Qualms,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.