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 Accra.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Robert Hood to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Accadde A,
Grauzone,
Sandy B,
Goldenarms,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mo-Dettes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Basic Channel,
David Axelrod,
Schoolly D,
The Slits,
Theoretical Girls,
Pulsallama,
Dorothy Ashby,
Simply Red,
Boogie Down Productions,
New York Dolls,
Letta Mbulu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Severed Heads,
Sexual Harrassment,
Public Enemy,
Depeche Mode,
Oblivians,
Whodini,
The Barracudas,
Alphaville,
This Heat,
Drexciya,
Gang Starr,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fluxion,
Prince Buster,
Jerry's Kids,
Scion,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Little Man,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fela Kuti,
Wally Richardson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bang On A Can,
Rites of Spring,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Junior Murvin,
Matthew Bourne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Moss Icon,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fugs,
Con Funk Shun,
Tomorrow,
Blancmange,
Connie Case,
OOIOO,
Faust,
David Bowie,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Sherman,
Gang Green,
Fear,
Technova,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.