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 Mauritania and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Captain Beefheart 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 The Busters to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Ohio Players,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kas Product,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Sonics,
Khruangbin,
Ponytail,
Sparks,
James White and The Blacks,
Janne Schatter,
The Monks,
Brothers Johnson,
The Black Dice,
The Busters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hoover,
The Evens,
Moss Icon,
Crime,
Surgeon,
Funky Four + One,
Byron Stingily,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Modern Lovers,
Alphaville,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fatback Band,
The Human League,
Joey Negro,
Toni Rubio,
Minnie Riperton,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Pop Group,
Hashim,
Tubeway Army,
Bronski Beat,
Malaria!,
Vainqueur,
Jacques Brel,
The Index,
Barrington Levy,
Desert Stars,
Silicon Teens,
Panda Bear,
Rosa Yemen,
Boredoms,
The Leaves,
John Holt,
The Vogues,
Aaron Thompson,
Au Pairs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Blackbyrds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Spoonie Gee,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joe Finger,
Unwound,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.