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 Botswana and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
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 Tom Verlaine 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 Rites of Spring to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
L. Decosne,
Bob Dylan,
Pussy Galore,
PIL,
Ossler,
Lakeside,
Letta Mbulu,
James White and The Blacks,
Kas Product,
Wally Richardson,
Minnie Riperton,
Bang On A Can,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Vogues,
Junior Murvin,
Pantytec,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Walker Brothers,
Morten Harket,
The Barracudas,
Radiohead,
Cheater Slicks,
AZ,
The Standells,
Amazonics,
Boz Scaggs,
Grey Daturas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Zapp,
Franke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rotary Connection,
Kaleidoscope,
The Red Krayola,
The Star Department,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Idris Muhammad,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Reed,
Lyres,
Lebanon Hanover,
Infiniti,
A Certain Ratio,
The Remains,
Second Layer,
Soul Sonic Force,
Television,
Fad Gadget,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Raincoats,
Youth Brigade,
Soft Machine,
The Fugs,
The Wake,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Knickerbockers,
Qualms,
Hashim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brick,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.