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 Somalia and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Lou Reed 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 Soul Sonic Force to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Görl record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Khruangbin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kayak,
Kerri Chandler,
Suburban Knight,
Letta Mbulu,
The Angels of Light,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Newcleus,
Ultra Naté,
The Motions,
Lindisfarne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Altered Images,
Slave,
Ultimate Spinach,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Can,
Pulsallama,
The Durutti Column,
Crime,
Babytalk,
Jawbox,
Brothers Johnson,
Circle Jerks,
Chrome,
Sällskapet,
Yellowson,
Hot Snakes,
Ken Boothe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barbara Tucker,
kango's stein massive,
Man Parrish,
Young Marble Giants,
Sarah Menescal,
Mr. Review,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Association,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mars,
a-ha,
Piero Umiliani,
Rites of Spring,
The Cowsills,
Public Image Ltd.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pantytec,
Kerrie Biddell,
Smog,
Slick Rick,
These Immortal Souls,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.