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 Turkey and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Holger Czukay 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 Amon Düül II to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Leonard Cohen,
Easy Going,
Guru Guru,
The Techniques,
The Index,
David Axelrod,
Camouflage,
Jimmy McGriff,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Star Department,
Derrick Morgan,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Skatalites,
Roger Hodgson,
Loose Ends,
Blancmange,
Dave Gahan,
Vainqueur,
Kayak,
Juan Atkins,
The Cramps,
Lalann,
The Barracudas,
Jeru the Damaja,
X-102,
Theoretical Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brand Nubian,
Robert Wyatt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Chris Corsano,
Kerri Chandler,
Rotary Connection,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joey Negro,
Bill Wells,
Sun Ra,
Ultra Naté,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Alarm Clocks,
David McCallum,
Nik Kershaw,
Minnie Riperton,
Archie Shepp,
The Doors,
Sam Rivers,
John Holt,
The Martian,
Letta Mbulu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Thee Headcoats,
Bootsy Collins,
Brick,
Erykah Badu,
Mandrill,
Anthony Braxton,
Shoche,
Parry Music,
Quantec,
The Knickerbockers,
Rapeman,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.