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 Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tommy Roe to the funk 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts 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?
Deakin,
Massinfluence,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cybotron,
Mr. Review,
Delon & Dalcan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Flag,
The Slackers,
Juan Atkins,
Charles Mingus,
Tomorrow,
F. McDonald,
Ralphi Rosario,
Chris Corsano,
Man Parrish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Don Cherry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gun Club,
Shuggie Otis,
Aswad,
Pierre Henry,
Ituana,
The Mojo Men,
Das Ding,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Birthday Party,
Zapp,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
David Bowie,
Connie Case,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Selecter,
Todd Rundgren,
Radio Birdman,
Donny Hathaway,
The Dirtbombs,
Colin Newman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Pretty Things,
Drive Like Jehu,
David Axelrod,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Arcadia,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Public Enemy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Lindisfarne,
Brass Construction,
John Foxx,
Young Marble Giants,
The Smiths,
Monolake,
Japan,
Alton Ellis,
Max Romeo,
Shoche,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.