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 Malawi and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
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 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 Nile Rodgers 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 China Crisis to the rap 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ronnie Foster,
Heaven 17,
Boz Scaggs,
Circle Jerks,
Moby Grape,
Dark Day,
Stockholm Monsters,
Neil Young,
Deadbeat,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gichy Dan,
Letta Mbulu,
The American Breed,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Michelle Simonal,
Flamin' Groovies,
48th St. Collective,
Hot Snakes,
OOIOO,
Basic Channel,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tropical Tobacco,
Blancmange,
The New Christs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Residents,
The Monochrome Set,
Urselle,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Invisible,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scrapy,
Khruangbin,
Mr. Review,
Panda Bear,
Warsaw,
Hasil Adkins,
Sugar Minott,
Scratch Acid,
John Foxx,
The Raincoats,
Terry Callier,
The Star Department,
The Searchers,
Tres Demented,
Silicon Teens,
Guru Guru,
the Swans,
Section 25,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wolf Eyes,
Jandek,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jacques Brel,
The Fire Engines,
Spoonie Gee,
Man Eating Sloth,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.