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 Kazakhstan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 David Bowie 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 Nils Olav to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Sixth Finger,
Pharoah Sanders,
DJ Style,
The New Christs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Sheep,
Easy Going,
Flash Fearless,
The Tremeloes,
Joyce Sims,
Dave Gahan,
Stiv Bators,
The Toasters,
Stetsasonic,
The Walker Brothers,
Terry Callier,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sandy B,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Arthur Verocai,
Groovy Waters,
Erasure,
The Searchers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Accadde A,
Sun Ra,
Warren Ellis,
Bad Manners,
The Cure,
Bill Wells,
The Electric Prunes,
Crooked Eye,
Maurizio,
This Heat,
Nik Kershaw,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Underground Resistance,
The Fuzztones,
Echospace,
Arab on Radar,
Slick Rick,
Eric Copeland,
Little Man,
Technova,
Junior Murvin,
The Dirtbombs,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Blackbyrds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Index,
Throbbing Gristle,
Johnny Osbourne,
Japan,
Tubeway Army,
Young Marble Giants,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.