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 Marshall Islands and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Maurizio to the dance 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a chamberlin 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 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Average White Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lower 48,
Barbara Tucker,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Blues Magoos,
Jandek,
Metal Thangz,
World's Most,
Pulsallama,
Black Sheep,
Trumans Water,
Marc Almond,
Terrestrial Tones,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang Gang Dance,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marvin Gaye,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marine Girls,
Theoretical Girls,
the Slits,
Maurizio,
Idris Muhammad,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ice-T,
The Dirtbombs,
Brick,
Mr. Review,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gladiators,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fatback Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Sun Ra,
Procol Harum,
Nation of Ulysses,
Y Pants,
Crooked Eye,
China Crisis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Avey Tare,
Motorama,
The Mojo Men,
The Electric Prunes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Byrd,
LL Cool J,
Michelle Simonal,
The Mummies,
The Durutti Column,
Groovy Waters,
OOIOO,
The Smoke,
Lalann,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.