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 Czech Republic and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Khruangbin to the funk 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Au Pairs,
Darondo,
Spandau Ballet,
Roy Ayers,
The Sonics,
Laurel Aitken,
The Index,
Alice Coltrane,
James White and The Blacks,
Porter Ricks,
Suicide,
June of 44,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
David McCallum,
Black Pus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Raincoats,
E-Dancer,
Arab on Radar,
Jeff Lynne,
The Names,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Dave Clark Five,
Guru Guru,
Harmonia,
The Offenders,
Hardrive,
Gregory Isaacs,
Freddie Wadling,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mark Hollis,
Bootsy Collins,
Half Japanese,
Ossler,
Chris & Cosey,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Blackbyrds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
These Immortal Souls,
Rotary Connection,
Icehouse,
Leonard Cohen,
Tropical Tobacco,
Average White Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stiv Bators,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Trumans Water,
Althea and Donna,
Harry Pussy,
Whodini,
Max Romeo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Slackers,
Faust,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.