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 Paraguay and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Donald Fagen 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 Kool Moe Dee to the jazz 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Bobby Womack,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Germs,
Colin Newman,
Arthur Verocai,
Janne Schatter,
The Zeros,
Siglo XX,
Gang of Four,
Harry Pussy,
The Leaves,
Rites of Spring,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hasil Adkins,
Brick,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Moss Icon,
Terry Callier,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Josef K,
Wire,
Soft Cell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Reuben Wilson,
Suburban Knight,
The Tremeloes,
Brand Nubian,
Public Image Ltd.,
Half Japanese,
Q and Not U,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Litter,
Sonic Youth,
Quadrant,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Deadbeat,
AZ,
The Slits,
Easy Going,
Jacques Brel,
Television,
Khruangbin,
Bronski Beat,
Fugazi,
Chrome,
The Gap Band,
Section 25,
Ronan,
Thee Headcoats,
Qualms,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dorothy Ashby,
Radiohead,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fluxion,
The Toasters,
Wasted Youth,
Boredoms,
Junior Murvin,
Lindisfarne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.