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 Namibia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Wally Richardson to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Yusef Lateef,
Groovy Waters,
Swell Maps,
Isaac Hayes,
Minny Pops,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rosa Yemen,
David Bowie,
Kas Product,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Star Department,
Accadde A,
Agent Orange,
Todd Terry,
Radio Birdman,
Letta Mbulu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
A Certain Ratio,
Brothers Johnson,
Joy Division,
Gregory Isaacs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dual Sessions,
Infiniti,
Lucky Dragons,
Reagan Youth,
The Wake,
The Cramps,
The Golliwogs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Das Ding,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Flag,
Vladislav Delay,
Patti Smith,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Associates,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Reed,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Techniques,
Juan Atkins,
Half Japanese,
In Retrospect,
Kaleidoscope,
Bill Wells,
Cymande,
Eric Dolphy,
The Walker Brothers,
Heaven 17,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Foxx,
Desert Stars,
Bauhaus,
the Germs,
The Monks,
John Coltrane,
10cc,
The Slackers,
Scrapy,
Jacob Miller,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.