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 Mauritius and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Joensuu 1685 to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
New York Dolls,
Groovy Waters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eve St. Jones,
Loose Ends,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aswad,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Severed Heads,
The Slits,
R.M.O.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
La Düsseldorf,
Terry Callier,
The Kinks,
Eli Mardock,
Technova,
John Holt,
Darondo,
Lungfish,
Porter Ricks,
KRS-One,
Soft Machine,
Faraquet,
Skaos,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Moon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Invisible,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tim Buckley,
Roxette,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joey Negro,
Isaac Hayes,
June Days,
Jeff Lynne,
LL Cool J,
Fifty Foot Hose,
T. Rex,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bootsy Collins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Pretty Things,
Essential Logic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Lydon,
Bad Manners,
The Fortunes,
Cluster,
Rufus Thomas,
The Red Krayola,
Whodini,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
UT,
Ultra Naté,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.