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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Jacques Brel to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pet Shop Boys,
Von Mondo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sugar Minott,
Patti Smith,
Piero Umiliani,
Minutemen,
Kaleidoscope,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scratch Acid,
Amon Düül II,
Hardrive,
The Dirtbombs,
Heaven 17,
LL Cool J,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bizarre Inc.,
CMW,
Lyres,
Grey Daturas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aswad,
Ituana,
Anakelly,
The Beau Brummels,
Dawn Penn,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Bar-Kays,
Groovy Waters,
Sister Nancy,
The Searchers,
Tres Demented,
The Mummies,
U.S. Maple,
Maurizio,
Surgeon,
Fear,
Flash Fearless,
Zero Boys,
The Fall,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The American Breed,
Gang Green,
China Crisis,
the Association,
Sun City Girls,
Jawbox,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roxy Music,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sam Rivers,
Interpol,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Thompson Twins,
Mandrill,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.