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 Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Holger Czukay 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 Make Up to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Boz Scaggs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers,
Prince Buster,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Zeros,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mission of Burma,
Funkadelic,
Robert Wyatt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Searchers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Siglo XX,
Blancmange,
Pagans,
cv313,
Junior Murvin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Massinfluence,
Danielle Patucci,
Moebius,
Au Pairs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Vladislav Delay,
Kerrie Biddell,
Negative Approach,
The Monks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang of Four,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rotary Connection,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Standells,
L. Decosne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Darondo,
Skaos,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Zapp,
Monks,
Agitation Free,
Matthew Bourne,
Sugar Minott,
The Slackers,
Half Japanese,
Traffic Nightmare,
Warsaw,
Rosa Yemen,
Ken Boothe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marine Girls,
The Busters,
Bill Wells,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.