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 Pakistan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Niagra to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
The Residents,
Eddi Front,
Massinfluence,
Gichy Dan,
Gang Starr,
The Saints,
Faust,
T.S.O.L.,
Dark Day,
Sex Pistols,
Bob Dylan,
Infiniti,
Matthew Bourne,
Pulsallama,
Khruangbin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fad Gadget,
Wasted Youth,
Fugazi,
Shuggie Otis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Max Romeo,
Television,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pantytec,
Stereo Dub,
Sandy B,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scott Walker,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Grass Roots,
Nas,
Crash Course in Science,
Gerry Rafferty,
Anthony Braxton,
Man Parrish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Susan Cadogan,
Soft Machine,
Robert Hood,
Scratch Acid,
EPMD,
Niagra,
Liliput,
The Gladiators,
Byron Stingily,
Thompson Twins,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Index,
Colin Newman,
Janne Schatter,
Neil Young,
Magazine,
Boredoms,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cheater Slicks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crime,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.