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 Switzerland and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 B.T. Express to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Metal Thangz,
Danielle Patucci,
Steve Hackett,
The Selecter,
Easy Going,
Cal Tjader,
Alison Limerick,
Barry Ungar,
Dark Day,
Gang Starr,
Joy Division,
The Music Machine,
Faust,
Spandau Ballet,
Monks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jawbox,
John Coltrane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Echospace,
Brothers Johnson,
X-102,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hasil Adkins,
Jacques Brel,
Sister Nancy,
Suicide,
Second Layer,
Magma,
Harpers Bizarre,
Althea and Donna,
Mantronix,
Nico,
The Mojo Men,
Brick,
the Association,
Ice-T,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Model 500,
Heaven 17,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gang of Four,
The Zeros,
Mars,
Funkadelic,
Archie Shepp,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Real Kids,
The Shadows of Knight,
Maurizio,
Country Teasers,
Sonic Youth,
Rufus Thomas,
The Names,
The Misunderstood,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cluster,
Joe Smooth,
Rapeman,
Matthew Halsall,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.