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 Vietnam and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 The Detroit Cobras to the crunk 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Main Source,
Chris & Cosey,
Warsaw,
cv313,
Swans,
Agitation Free,
Neil Young,
Lungfish,
Smog,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cal Tjader,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Khruangbin,
Cheater Slicks,
PIL,
Girls At Our Best!,
Porter Ricks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Essential Logic,
Idris Muhammad,
Anakelly,
Rufus Thomas,
The Five Americans,
The Skatalites,
Peter & Gordon,
Slave,
Stereo Dub,
The Wake,
Pussy Galore,
T. Rex,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Normal,
Average White Band,
Pantaleimon,
Spoonie Gee,
Brass Construction,
U.S. Maple,
Agent Orange,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Alarm Clocks,
David Axelrod,
Lalo Schifrin,
Livin' Joy,
Gabor Szabo,
The Dirtbombs,
Camouflage,
Bootsy Collins,
Drexciya,
Gastr Del Sol,
Model 500,
Cameo,
Lightning Bolt,
Kool Moe Dee,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aaron Thompson,
Brick,
Saccharine Trust,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bang On A Can,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.