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 Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Velvet Underground to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Todd Terry,
Iggy Pop,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Flag,
Colin Newman,
Alison Limerick,
Kas Product,
Half Japanese,
Moss Icon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Agitation Free,
Animal Collective,
Beasts of Bourbon,
JFA,
Lower 48,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pagans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rod Modell,
Minny Pops,
Dorothy Ashby,
Derrick Morgan,
Alice Coltrane,
Jeff Lynne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobby Byrd,
Marshall Jefferson,
Boredoms,
48th St. Collective,
Young Marble Giants,
This Heat,
Shuggie Otis,
Ohio Players,
Infiniti,
New York Dolls,
The Monochrome Set,
Glenn Branca,
B.T. Express,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Sonics,
Carl Craig,
Michelle Simonal,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Vogues,
Eddi Front,
Delta 5,
Das Ding,
Zero Boys,
Electric Prunes,
X-Ray Spex,
Moby Grape,
Ronan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.