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 Belarus and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the grunge 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Sugar Minott,
Masters at Work,
Gastr Del Sol,
Quantec,
Moby Grape,
Judy Mowatt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Audionom,
Pulsallama,
Black Moon,
Idris Muhammad,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grey Daturas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Prince Buster,
Gong,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Morten Harket,
Pierre Henry,
The Fugs,
The Fuzztones,
Gang Gang Dance,
48th St. Collective,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nas,
Darondo,
Heaven 17,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Half Japanese,
David Bowie,
The Moody Blues,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Reagan Youth,
Hoover,
Brass Construction,
Goldenarms,
A Certain Ratio,
Chrome,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Can,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mo-Dettes,
10cc,
The Misunderstood,
Young Marble Giants,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Gun Club,
Letta Mbulu,
Camouflage,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sandy B,
Hasil Adkins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rod Modell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cecil Taylor,
Gabor Szabo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kayak,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.