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 United States and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe 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 David McCallum to the dance 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Lungfish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
ABBA,
Robert Hood,
Robert Wyatt,
Bluetip,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Warsaw,
Godley & Creme,
Scientists,
Faraquet,
Stockholm Monsters,
Thee Headcoats,
Fad Gadget,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wasted Youth,
Supertramp,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lou Reed,
Sound Behaviour,
Joe Smooth,
Kayak,
Piero Umiliani,
The Doors,
John Lydon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fugs,
Fela Kuti,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gastr Del Sol,
Don Cherry,
Funkadelic,
Freddie Wadling,
A Certain Ratio,
Deadbeat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Patti Smith,
Rod Modell,
Stetsasonic,
David Axelrod,
Radiopuhelimet,
Laurel Aitken,
Underground Resistance,
The Leaves,
The Five Americans,
Gong,
Quantec,
Neu!,
Franke,
Dawn Penn,
Interpol,
Ludus,
Scrapy,
The Saints,
H. Thieme,
Drexciya,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.