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 Suriname and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Schoolly D to the electroclash 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Reed,
Magma,
Arcadia,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Kinks,
Nils Olav,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eric Copeland,
Kayak,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soul Sonic Force,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Underground Resistance,
Bluetip,
EPMD,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fall,
Technova,
Dorothy Ashby,
Franke,
Wings,
Marmalade,
Lungfish,
Inner City,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sonic Youth,
The Seeds,
The Fugs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Chris Corsano,
Saccharine Trust,
LL Cool J,
Cymande,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Busters,
The Dirtbombs,
Groovy Waters,
The Grass Roots,
the Human League,
H. Thieme,
Dennis Brown,
The Toasters,
The Smoke,
The Litter,
Yaz,
cv313,
Japan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Electric Prunes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gregory Isaacs,
Patti Smith,
Youth Brigade,
Gastr Del Sol,
Suburban Knight,
The Five Americans,
Stereo Dub,
Jawbox,
The Cowsills,
Byron Stingily,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.