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 Tuvalu and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 The Zeros to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Flash Fearless,
Blancmange,
Scrapy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aural Exciters,
Symarip,
Cal Tjader,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eli Mardock,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Curtis Mayfield,
World's Most,
Minny Pops,
Soul II Soul,
Ten City,
Junior Murvin,
Second Layer,
Depeche Mode,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Franke,
The Real Kids,
Dave Gahan,
Fluxion,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Unrelated Segments,
Barry Ungar,
Das Ding,
Gil Scott Heron,
The New Christs,
Pantaleimon,
Mandrill,
The Offenders,
Joensuu 1685,
Au Pairs,
Ken Boothe,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Slits,
Los Fastidios,
Kerri Chandler,
Infiniti,
Skriet,
Connie Case,
Boredoms,
Bootsy Collins,
The Happenings,
New Age Steppers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Names,
Albert Ayler,
Bobby Womack,
Gong,
The Trojans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Walker Brothers,
Absolute Body Control,
The Electric Prunes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Isaac Hayes,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.