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 Belgium and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Motorama to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Curtis Mayfield,
JFA,
Radio Birdman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deakin,
Wire,
The Leaves,
Youth Brigade,
One Last Wish,
Yusef Lateef,
Prince Buster,
The Golliwogs,
Goldenarms,
The Wake,
Skriet,
Sound Behaviour,
Cheater Slicks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aswad,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Glenn Branca,
The Doobie Brothers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Chris & Cosey,
Rod Modell,
Basic Channel,
Robert Hood,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Connie Case,
The Kinks,
Scan 7,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Panda Bear,
The Residents,
Stetsasonic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bluetip,
The Busters,
The Monochrome Set,
X-101,
Swell Maps,
Grauzone,
Nas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Yellowson,
Roxette,
Unwound,
the Soft Cell,
Robert Wyatt,
The Sound,
Stereo Dub,
Laurel Aitken,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Moon,
The Stooges,
Anakelly,
Ohio Players,
Livin' Joy,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.