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 Ireland and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Robert Palmer 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 Stiv Bators to the punk 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Electric Prunes,
Fear,
Donald Byrd,
Davy DMX,
Barrington Levy,
Moby Grape,
Dual Sessions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soft Machine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stetsasonic,
The Human League,
Girls At Our Best!,
Index,
Max Romeo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
MC5,
EPMD,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alice Coltrane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
A Certain Ratio,
The Pop Group,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scientists,
Jesper Dahlback,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Moss Icon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Los Fastidios,
Gichy Dan,
The Black Dice,
Charles Mingus,
Pierre Henry,
Stiv Bators,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cowsills,
Amon Düül,
Pole,
Lungfish,
Ornette Coleman,
Surgeon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mad Mike,
The Zeros,
The Motions,
John Lydon,
Glenn Branca,
Wolf Eyes,
Masters at Work,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Q and Not U,
Metal Thangz,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.