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 Comoros and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Pantaleimon to the disco 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Deepchord,
Robert Wyatt,
Pylon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rapeman,
Pharoah Sanders,
Siglo XX,
Rekid,
Prince Buster,
Swans,
Scott Walker,
Brothers Johnson,
Lightning Bolt,
Marcia Griffiths,
Desert Stars,
Half Japanese,
Crash Course in Science,
Josef K,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bootsy Collins,
Essential Logic,
Sam Rivers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Funky Four + One,
The Young Rascals,
Mad Mike,
New Order,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ultravox,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Warren Ellis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cluster,
Fatback Band,
Bill Near,
Mars,
Mary Jane Girls,
New Age Steppers,
Television Personalities,
Lindisfarne,
Japan,
Boredoms,
The Remains,
Juan Atkins,
Main Source,
Charles Mingus,
Amazonics,
Derrick May,
The Fall,
Toni Rubio,
Motorama,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Iggy Pop,
Joyce Sims,
Slave,
Gang Green,
the Germs,
Stereo Dub,
Dawn Penn,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.