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 Sierra Leone and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Charles Mingus 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Main Source,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cameo,
Guru Guru,
Agent Orange,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kayak,
The Human League,
Tears for Fears,
Liliput,
Hashim,
Bizarre Inc.,
Alison Limerick,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DJ Sneak,
Lungfish,
Circle Jerks,
Lucky Dragons,
The Walker Brothers,
Glenn Branca,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Royal Trux,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Massinfluence,
The Trojans,
Gang of Four,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Howard Jones,
Radiohead,
Audionom,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Moody Blues,
The Fuzztones,
Sugar Minott,
Grey Daturas,
Urselle,
This Heat,
AZ,
La Düsseldorf,
Masters at Work,
June Days,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jawbox,
Metal Thangz,
Joe Smooth,
Interpol,
Matthew Halsall,
Charles Mingus,
Heaven 17,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Shoche,
Jeru the Damaja,
Procol Harum,
Basic Channel,
Gang Green,
Sex Pistols,
The Grass Roots,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.