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 Mexico and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe 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 Alice Coltrane to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Symarip,
The Motions,
Scott Walker,
Matthew Halsall,
Malaria!,
Mr. Review,
Chrome,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Franke,
Motorama,
Sugar Minott,
Pulsallama,
Pet Shop Boys,
Babytalk,
Brass Construction,
Lou Reed,
Quando Quango,
Second Layer,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Simply Red,
The Dead C,
Blake Baxter,
Flipper,
The Sonics,
Erasure,
Trumans Water,
Aswad,
The Busters,
Roy Ayers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
U.S. Maple,
OOIOO,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Alton Ellis,
Moby Grape,
Barry Ungar,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ponytail,
Chris Corsano,
Blancmange,
Audionom,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Saints,
Wire,
Scientists,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Sheep,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Divine Comedy,
The Black Dice,
Sonic Youth,
Index,
EPMD,
Con Funk Shun,
Boogie Down Productions,
Amon Düül II,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kayak,
Soft Machine,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.