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 Iran and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the crunk 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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
the Slits,
Marine Girls,
Section 25,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pulsallama,
James White and The Blacks,
The Velvet Underground,
Fad Gadget,
KRS-One,
Matthew Bourne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Niagra,
Eve St. Jones,
Gabor Szabo,
Morten Harket,
AZ,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Angry Samoans,
Hoover,
Eddi Front,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rosa Yemen,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kerri Chandler,
Los Fastidios,
The Standells,
Excepter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Blancmange,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brick,
The Alarm Clocks,
Avey Tare,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cramps,
ABBA,
Essential Logic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang of Four,
Max Romeo,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Blackbyrds,
Intrusion,
Idris Muhammad,
Yellowson,
Mantronix,
Jandek,
Albert Ayler,
Technova,
The Beau Brummels,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Quantec,
Swans,
Gang Starr,
The Grass Roots,
The Motions,
Barrington Levy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.