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 Suriname and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Absolute Body Control to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Germs,
Freddie Wadling,
The Music Machine,
Don Cherry,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Motions,
David McCallum,
Lightning Bolt,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Fall,
Ituana,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Real Kids,
The Offenders,
Dennis Brown,
X-101,
Bill Near,
Thee Headcoats,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sister Nancy,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Velvet Underground,
The Raincoats,
Qualms,
Andrew Hill,
Vainqueur,
Ornette Coleman,
Roxy Music,
Agitation Free,
The Stooges,
Johnny Osbourne,
T. Rex,
Marmalade,
Yazoo,
Agent Orange,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
LL Cool J,
The Mojo Men,
Suicide,
Monolake,
Barrington Levy,
Tres Demented,
Todd Terry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Excepter,
Kevin Saunderson,
F. McDonald,
Hasil Adkins,
Cheater Slicks,
Patti Smith,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sound Behaviour,
Bizarre Inc.,
The American Breed,
The Gories,
Davy DMX,
Cluster,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.