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 Nauru and from New York.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Popol Vuh,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gabor Szabo,
The Residents,
the Normal,
The Mojo Men,
The Remains,
Suicide,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Supertramp,
Pantytec,
The Slackers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tomorrow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rapeman,
Talk Talk,
Rekid,
Avey Tare,
Silicon Teens,
The Selecter,
The Misunderstood,
The Music Machine,
Roger Hodgson,
Freddie Wadling,
Loose Ends,
AZ,
Yaz,
the Swans,
the Slits,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eurythmics,
Jeru the Damaja,
New York Dolls,
Khruangbin,
Dual Sessions,
Deadbeat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lindisfarne,
Hoover,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Stooges,
The Neon Judgement,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fifty Foot Hose,
B.T. Express,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Robert Hood,
Gerry Rafferty,
Reagan Youth,
The Walker Brothers,
Ronan,
EPMD,
Todd Terry,
The Cramps,
Ice-T,
Vladislav Delay,
Quadrant,
Man Parrish,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.