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 Czech Republic and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Donald Fagen 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 Deakin to the grunge 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Alphaville,
The Smoke,
the Swans,
Mars,
MC5,
Vladislav Delay,
Das Ding,
Black Bananas,
Scion,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Doobie Brothers,
Silicon Teens,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Knickerbockers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Aural Exciters,
Main Source,
Susan Cadogan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Negative Approach,
Franke,
Panda Bear,
Spoonie Gee,
Bill Near,
The Moleskins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Man Parrish,
Minnie Riperton,
Con Funk Shun,
Von Mondo,
Colin Newman,
Howard Jones,
Dave Gahan,
Yusef Lateef,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pantaleimon,
The Count Five,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Surgeon,
R.M.O.,
Erasure,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Boz Scaggs,
Toni Rubio,
Marc Almond,
Radiohead,
David Bowie,
Avey Tare,
Sex Pistols,
In Retrospect,
David Axelrod,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Loose Ends,
Young Marble Giants,
Gang Green,
The Red Krayola,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Echospace,
Gang Gang Dance,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.