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 Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Michael McDonald 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 Radiohead to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Ken Boothe,
Pole,
Wally Richardson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Los Fastidios,
The Smiths,
Tres Demented,
L. Decosne,
Byron Stingily,
Mr. Review,
Subhumans,
Technova,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Walker Brothers,
Cymande,
The Buckinghams,
Davy DMX,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Minutemen,
Stetsasonic,
Robert Görl,
Von Mondo,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Dead C,
Ten City,
Minor Threat,
Neil Young,
Pantytec,
Lakeside,
Sarah Menescal,
Godley & Creme,
David Axelrod,
Robert Hood,
The Neon Judgement,
The Blackbyrds,
Lou Christie,
Todd Rundgren,
The Human League,
Deakin,
Fluxion,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fatback Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tommy Roe,
Drexciya,
The Slackers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Masters at Work,
The Shadows of Knight,
Boz Scaggs,
Iggy Pop,
Con Funk Shun,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Whodini,
Colin Newman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.