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 Bangladesh and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Anakelly to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Wally Richardson,
the Bar-Kays,
Soul II Soul,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mandrill,
Average White Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
These Immortal Souls,
Arab on Radar,
Talk Talk,
Smog,
Dual Sessions,
Lebanon Hanover,
Al Stewart,
Slick Rick,
Man Eating Sloth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Blues Magoos,
Tom Boy,
Radiohead,
Blake Baxter,
Lyres,
Rod Modell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Doors,
The Fortunes,
The Dead C,
Bluetip,
Sparks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
cv313,
Aswad,
Gang of Four,
Sound Behaviour,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joe Smooth,
The Star Department,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Womack,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crooked Eye,
LL Cool J,
La Düsseldorf,
Severed Heads,
Curtis Mayfield,
Matthew Bourne,
Barry Ungar,
Livin' Joy,
Au Pairs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lakeside,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Junior Murvin,
Grey Daturas,
The Associates,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Velvet Underground,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.