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 Tajikistan and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Holger Czukay 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 Reagan Youth to the dance 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
The Barracudas,
Maurizio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scientists,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
This Heat,
Tom Boy,
John Lydon,
Pagans,
Sun Ra,
Little Man,
The Walker Brothers,
The Music Machine,
Maleditus Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Grass Roots,
The Count Five,
CMW,
Suicide,
Goldenarms,
The Young Rascals,
Matthew Halsall,
The Alarm Clocks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bluetip,
ABBA,
Malaria!,
Idris Muhammad,
Jesper Dahlback,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mo-Dettes,
Mission of Burma,
Lakeside,
Silicon Teens,
Monolake,
Jacob Miller,
Yaz,
Soft Machine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Electric Prunes,
Brothers Johnson,
Bronski Beat,
Motorama,
Rotary Connection,
Drive Like Jehu,
Icehouse,
Lungfish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Pretty Things,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Peter and Kerry,
Morten Harket,
The Pop Group,
The Golliwogs,
New Age Steppers,
Iggy Pop,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.