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 Uganda and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 David Bowie 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 Pharoah Sanders to the electroclash 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Godley & Creme,
Lebanon Hanover,
FM Einheit,
New Age Steppers,
Sugar Minott,
Andrew Hill,
The Red Krayola,
Lalann,
Marshall Jefferson,
Matthew Halsall,
Radiopuhelimet,
Parry Music,
Aural Exciters,
The Black Dice,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pole,
The Divine Comedy,
Mars,
Ronnie Foster,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Neon Judgement,
The Barracudas,
Eddi Front,
Colin Newman,
Albert Ayler,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Mojo Men,
Cymande,
Los Fastidios,
Deepchord,
Erykah Badu,
Skaos,
Skriet,
Minny Pops,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Christie,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fire Engines,
The Flesh Eaters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Metal Thangz,
Yellowson,
Wasted Youth,
Freddie Wadling,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Severed Heads,
The Human League,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Holt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Iggy Pop,
Nick Fraelich,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alice Coltrane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cheater Slicks,
Zapp,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.