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 Liberia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Leonard Cohen to the jazz 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
James White and The Blacks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Donald Byrd,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Piero Umiliani,
Buzzcocks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bronski Beat,
Kayak,
The Pretty Things,
Main Source,
Joyce Sims,
Qualms,
Aaron Thompson,
Jacob Miller,
The Skatalites,
Gong,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sällskapet,
Sun Ra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
China Crisis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Standells,
Spandau Ballet,
Sparks,
Mo-Dettes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
10cc,
Crooked Eye,
Lakeside,
Lou Christie,
Roy Ayers,
Harmonia,
Nico,
The J.B.'s,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sex Pistols,
Stiv Bators,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hot Snakes,
This Heat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Martian,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Babytalk,
Neil Young,
Sugar Minott,
Agitation Free,
The Pop Group,
Gang of Four,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tears for Fears,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scientists,
Joe Finger,
The Mummies,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pantaleimon,
The Music Machine,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.