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 Taiwan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
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 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Soft Machine,
The Index,
The United States of America,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dennis Brown,
Letta Mbulu,
Matthew Halsall,
Johnny Clarke,
Flamin' Groovies,
F. McDonald,
Barrington Levy,
Altered Images,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ice-T,
The Fugs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Motorama,
The Misunderstood,
Second Layer,
Amazonics,
Carl Craig,
The Birthday Party,
Jawbox,
Nirvana,
Electric Prunes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Techniques,
Ornette Coleman,
Hot Snakes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Radio Birdman,
Oneida,
Boz Scaggs,
The Toasters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Motions,
Audionom,
Cheater Slicks,
Juan Atkins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Whodini,
Camberwell Now,
Scrapy,
Scientists,
These Immortal Souls,
Lower 48,
Underground Resistance,
The Gap Band,
Wire,
The Slackers,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Names,
Quadrant,
48th St. Collective,
Jeff Lynne,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.