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 Tajikistan and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the jazz 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Blossom Toes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
MC5,
Dawn Penn,
Amon Düül II,
48th St. Collective,
The Slackers,
Bluetip,
Echospace,
Arab on Radar,
Nick Fraelich,
Colin Newman,
Von Mondo,
Mars,
The Offenders,
Kerrie Biddell,
OOIOO,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Flag,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pere Ubu,
Leonard Cohen,
UT,
Easy Going,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gang Starr,
The Raincoats,
Talk Talk,
X-101,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Franke,
Au Pairs,
The Gladiators,
The Fuzztones,
Patti Smith,
The Monochrome Set,
Mary Jane Girls,
Robert Görl,
Jeff Lynne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Masters at Work,
Can,
Anthony Braxton,
Vainqueur,
Donald Byrd,
Brass Construction,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eric Copeland,
Youth Brigade,
Eve St. Jones,
Infiniti,
Idris Muhammad,
The Associates,
The Slits,
The Alarm Clocks,
Y Pants,
Swell Maps,
Godley & Creme,
The Selecter,
Ohio Players,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.