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 Azerbaijan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Lou Reed 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the techno 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Panda Bear,
Barclay James Harvest,
Slick Rick,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Womack,
The Divine Comedy,
Scientists,
Young Marble Giants,
Darondo,
Blossom Toes,
The Slackers,
10cc,
Cecil Taylor,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sam Rivers,
Donny Hathaway,
D'Angelo,
Bill Wells,
Unwound,
Deepchord,
Fluxion,
Make Up,
New Age Steppers,
Lindisfarne,
B.T. Express,
Arab on Radar,
Hashim,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Lydon,
Scrapy,
The Smiths,
Dual Sessions,
Mandrill,
Deakin,
The Music Machine,
Sandy B,
Lucky Dragons,
Rotary Connection,
Dennis Brown,
Accadde A,
Skaos,
Sarah Menescal,
Porter Ricks,
Donald Byrd,
Jerry Gold Smith,
JFA,
Eric Dolphy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ohio Players,
Echospace,
Pulsallama,
Robert Hood,
The Misunderstood,
Amon Düül,
Mary Jane Girls,
Schoolly D,
Crispian St. Peters,
Johnny Clarke,
Fatback Band,
Television Personalities,
Essential Logic,
Lungfish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.