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 Zimbabwe and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Desert Stars to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Depeche Mode,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nirvana,
Radiohead,
Organ,
Darondo,
kango's stein massive,
Aloha Tigers,
Pussy Galore,
Young Marble Giants,
The Gun Club,
Grey Daturas,
Throbbing Gristle,
Saccharine Trust,
Soul II Soul,
Heaven 17,
Ossler,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
Yazoo,
Symarip,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Index,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sex Pistols,
One Last Wish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sällskapet,
Quadrant,
The Monochrome Set,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fatback Band,
David Bowie,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Skatalites,
the Swans,
The Moleskins,
Make Up,
Howard Jones,
Procol Harum,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bluetip,
The Cowsills,
Loose Ends,
Youth Brigade,
Cameo,
Jeff Lynne,
K-Klass,
the Association,
The Happenings,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Al Stewart,
The Mummies,
Joyce Sims,
Warren Ellis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joy Division,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.