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 Oman and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
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 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 Khruangbin to the crunk 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Slackers,
Groovy Waters,
Peter and Kerry,
The Buckinghams,
Donald Byrd,
Shuggie Otis,
Bootsy Collins,
JFA,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
L. Decosne,
Inner City,
Black Bananas,
The Tremeloes,
Roxy Music,
Joy Division,
Essential Logic,
Funky Four + One,
Moby Grape,
Yaz,
Soulsonic Force,
Siglo XX,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
R.M.O.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lyres,
Wally Richardson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
These Immortal Souls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Excepter,
Urselle,
Rosa Yemen,
Patti Smith,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Young Rascals,
The Alarm Clocks,
Amon Düül II,
Basic Channel,
Bluetip,
Loose Ends,
Steve Hackett,
Grauzone,
Los Fastidios,
The Electric Prunes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Barclay James Harvest,
F. McDonald,
Scrapy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Radiopuhelimet,
Silicon Teens,
The United States of America,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang Starr,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.