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 Fiji and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Robert Palmer 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 Procol Harum to the techno 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Derrick May,
Mark Hollis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Andrew Hill,
Eddi Front,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
DJ Sneak,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gun Club,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mandrill,
Deakin,
Rakim,
Arab on Radar,
Skarface,
Ice-T,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grauzone,
Make Up,
Jerry's Kids,
David McCallum,
Monolake,
These Immortal Souls,
Reuben Wilson,
John Lydon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minutemen,
The Wake,
Marvin Gaye,
The American Breed,
Silicon Teens,
Patti Smith,
L. Decosne,
JFA,
Y Pants,
James White and The Blacks,
The Barracudas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Josef K,
Angry Samoans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nils Olav,
Moby Grape,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Negative Approach,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Swans,
Carl Craig,
The Walker Brothers,
Rosa Yemen,
The Doors,
Glenn Branca,
Con Funk Shun,
Robert Görl,
The Neon Judgement,
Lower 48,
Wasted Youth,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.