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 Seychelles and from Lagos.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the grime 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Brick,
T.S.O.L.,
The Black Dice,
Vladislav Delay,
One Last Wish,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ice-T,
B.T. Express,
Yaz,
The Monks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Girls At Our Best!,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Schoolly D,
Japan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Simply Red,
Aaron Thompson,
Kas Product,
Arthur Verocai,
The Raincoats,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fire Engines,
The Residents,
The Gun Club,
Crispian St. Peters,
Henry Cow,
Joe Finger,
UT,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
cv313,
Scrapy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Boz Scaggs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nik Kershaw,
Babytalk,
The Cramps,
Eden Ahbez,
Kaleidoscope,
Scratch Acid,
Thompson Twins,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marmalade,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Young Marble Giants,
Hardrive,
Donny Hathaway,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fatback Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barry Ungar,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joey Negro,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crime,
The Gories,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Con Funk Shun,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.