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 Chad and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Tim Buckley to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Simply Red,
Prince Buster,
Spandau Ballet,
The Young Rascals,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Barracudas,
Stereo Dub,
Reuben Wilson,
Ornette Coleman,
Thee Headcoats,
K-Klass,
Porter Ricks,
The Moleskins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Intrusion,
The Seeds,
The Saints,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sam Rivers,
Mars,
The Kinks,
Suicide,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bang On A Can,
Maurizio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dawn Penn,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Remains,
La Düsseldorf,
Saccharine Trust,
Dorothy Ashby,
Monolake,
Fela Kuti,
Radio Birdman,
The Birthday Party,
Goldenarms,
Erasure,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Raincoats,
Talk Talk,
Donald Byrd,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang Green,
The Human League,
Second Layer,
the Bar-Kays,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Mighty Diamonds,
This Heat,
Roger Hodgson,
Charles Mingus,
Erykah Badu,
Niagra,
Rotary Connection,
Joy Division,
Quando Quango,
10cc,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.