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 Congo and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Lou Reed 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 Angels of Light to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Hot Snakes,
Franke,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Average White Band,
Bobby Womack,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eden Ahbez,
Flipper,
Sun City Girls,
Rod Modell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Von Mondo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fat Boys,
The Monochrome Set,
Tres Demented,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sugar Minott,
Hardrive,
Howard Jones,
The Grass Roots,
The Moody Blues,
The Cramps,
Talk Talk,
Amon Düül,
Arcadia,
New York Dolls,
KRS-One,
Joe Smooth,
Soft Machine,
The Kinks,
The Golliwogs,
Alton Ellis,
a-ha,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Bananas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Peter and Kerry,
Dorothy Ashby,
Reuben Wilson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Byron Stingily,
Negative Approach,
Ossler,
Alphaville,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
A Certain Ratio,
Josef K,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
ABC,
Delta 5,
The Cure,
Aural Exciters,
Dawn Penn,
Tropical Tobacco,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Blancmange,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.