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 Latvia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Mo-Dettes to the punk 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Interpol,
Agitation Free,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dark Day,
Chris Corsano,
Aural Exciters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Smiths,
Khruangbin,
The Evens,
Theoretical Girls,
The American Breed,
Porter Ricks,
Soft Cell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Skaos,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Angry Samoans,
A Certain Ratio,
Infiniti,
The Misunderstood,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Music Machine,
The Trojans,
The Beau Brummels,
Lee Hazlewood,
U.S. Maple,
The Pop Group,
Nirvana,
Moby Grape,
the Swans,
The Martian,
Tears for Fears,
The Vogues,
Darondo,
Von Mondo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Busters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jeff Mills,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cymande,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sarah Menescal,
Johnny Clarke,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Unwound,
AZ,
B.T. Express,
Isaac Hayes,
Prince Buster,
Anthony Braxton,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Skarface,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.