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 Burundi and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
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 David Bowie 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 Associates to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Moon,
Thee Headcoats,
Au Pairs,
Rhythm & Sound,
T.S.O.L.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Bar-Kays,
John Cale,
Black Flag,
The Fall,
The Modern Lovers,
kango's stein massive,
Jacob Miller,
Lungfish,
The Monochrome Set,
Althea and Donna,
Interpol,
Andrew Hill,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Music Machine,
Sight & Sound,
Steve Hackett,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Curtis Mayfield,
Connie Case,
The Count Five,
Funkadelic,
Visage,
John Foxx,
Inner City,
Lower 48,
Jerry's Kids,
KRS-One,
Lakeside,
Animal Collective,
The Residents,
PIL,
Josef K,
Flipper,
Livin' Joy,
Mr. Review,
Howard Jones,
cv313,
Harpers Bizarre,
These Immortal Souls,
JFA,
Pylon,
Erasure,
Hoover,
Chris & Cosey,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marine Girls,
Gang Starr,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ornette Coleman,
Crooked Eye,
Young Marble Giants,
Agent Orange,
The Grass Roots,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.