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 Zambia and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Second Layer to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Davy DMX,
Ludus,
The Fuzztones,
Camberwell Now,
The Misunderstood,
Alison Limerick,
These Immortal Souls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sandy B,
Bootsy Collins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brand Nubian,
Jeff Lynne,
Lucky Dragons,
Hasil Adkins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Boredoms,
Pussy Galore,
The Stooges,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Faust,
Grey Daturas,
Eric B and Rakim,
Monolake,
Skriet,
Rosa Yemen,
Alphaville,
Main Source,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lalann,
Minor Threat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Average White Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Q and Not U,
Underground Resistance,
Skaos,
Jandek,
Interpol,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fortunes,
The Toasters,
Lyres,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Thompson Twins,
Saccharine Trust,
cv313,
Lakeside,
Sonic Youth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fad Gadget,
Adolescents,
Nik Kershaw,
Barbara Tucker,
Quantec,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.