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 Chile and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Robert Palmer 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 Janne Schatter to the punk 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
The Sonics,
Neu!,
Lee Hazlewood,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Yazoo,
Skaos,
D'Angelo,
Stereo Dub,
Brass Construction,
Black Bananas,
Ossler,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
ABC,
Main Source,
Television Personalities,
Moss Icon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
David Bowie,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Flag,
Warren Ellis,
Model 500,
Ken Boothe,
The Slackers,
Porter Ricks,
Black Moon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Depeche Mode,
Skarface,
Nirvana,
Desert Stars,
Khruangbin,
Infiniti,
Chris Corsano,
X-Ray Spex,
Funkadelic,
The Mummies,
Cymande,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pere Ubu,
Gang of Four,
Boredoms,
Talk Talk,
KRS-One,
Absolute Body Control,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ultra Naté,
Monolake,
Ituana,
Pussy Galore,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rapeman,
Quadrant,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dual Sessions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.