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 Tunisia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe 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 Average White Band to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Janne Schatter,
Deepchord,
Yellowson,
The Invisible,
Duran Duran,
Deakin,
Kaleidoscope,
Pole,
Henry Cow,
The Monochrome Set,
Basic Channel,
Brand Nubian,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Womack,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
MC5,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Move,
Royal Trux,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gregory Isaacs,
Reuben Wilson,
Gichy Dan,
the Sonics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nils Olav,
The Red Krayola,
Jerry's Kids,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Human League,
Arab on Radar,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Derrick Morgan,
E-Dancer,
Todd Rundgren,
Von Mondo,
Malaria!,
Rakim,
The Gories,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Kinks,
MDC,
Babytalk,
The Residents,
The Vogues,
The Gladiators,
Fela Kuti,
Chris & Cosey,
Country Teasers,
The Index,
Metal Thangz,
X-Ray Spex,
Sun City Girls,
Pulsallama,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soulsonic Force,
Make Up,
Donald Byrd,
Laurel Aitken,
Tres Demented,
Groovy Waters,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.