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 Ivory Coast and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Connie Case to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Crooked Eye,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
K-Klass,
Accadde A,
Bang On A Can,
The Gap Band,
Section 25,
cv313,
T. Rex,
Radio Birdman,
the Germs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Freddie Wadling,
Excepter,
Robert Hood,
Brass Construction,
The Electric Prunes,
Procol Harum,
The Durutti Column,
John Cale,
Clear Light,
Lightning Bolt,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Holt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Blossom Toes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hot Snakes,
Erykah Badu,
Dead Boys,
Grauzone,
The Dead C,
The Moleskins,
Parry Music,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wolf Eyes,
Vainqueur,
The Fall,
Joy Division,
John Coltrane,
Mission of Burma,
Sixth Finger,
In Retrospect,
Yaz,
Agent Orange,
The Remains,
Ituana,
The Moody Blues,
These Immortal Souls,
Negative Approach,
Rotary Connection,
Amon Düül,
The Birthday Party,
Tubeway Army,
Johnny Osbourne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scrapy,
Country Teasers,
Matthew Halsall,
Nas,
The Walker Brothers,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.