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 Luxembourg and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Porter Ricks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The New Christs,
The Stooges,
Public Enemy,
Peter & Gordon,
Interpol,
Rites of Spring,
The Searchers,
Yazoo,
Ponytail,
Pylon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
F. McDonald,
The Move,
Pierre Henry,
Anakelly,
Deakin,
Black Pus,
Alice Coltrane,
Stiv Bators,
Graham Central Station,
Jawbox,
The Cosmic Jokers,
X-101,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Litter,
Gang Starr,
Organ,
Goldenarms,
Clear Light,
Throbbing Gristle,
Matthew Bourne,
Television Personalities,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Martian,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jeru the Damaja,
Traffic Nightmare,
Darondo,
a-ha,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Monks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Busters,
Black Moon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ossler,
Yaz,
Lyres,
Panda Bear,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Robert Wyatt,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sonic Youth,
Delon & Dalcan,
AZ,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gladiators,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.