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 Pakistan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Darondo to the punk 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Donny Hathaway,
Dennis Brown,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Blancmange,
Soulsonic Force,
Gerry Rafferty,
Warsaw,
Judy Mowatt,
The Smoke,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Peter and Kerry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Neon Judgement,
Lalann,
Funky Four + One,
Monks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Motions,
Infiniti,
Fatback Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Patti Smith,
Al Stewart,
John Coltrane,
Lou Reed,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alphaville,
In Retrospect,
Barry Ungar,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hot Snakes,
Shoche,
Loose Ends,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
H. Thieme,
Little Man,
Stereo Dub,
The Standells,
Bang On A Can,
The Black Dice,
LL Cool J,
Idris Muhammad,
Minnie Riperton,
Freddie Wadling,
X-101,
Tom Boy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
U.S. Maple,
Danielle Patucci,
The Walker Brothers,
Moss Icon,
Howard Jones,
L. Decosne,
Faust,
Rhythm & Sound,
Parry Music,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Popol Vuh,
Banda Bassotti,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.