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 South Sudan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Aaron Thompson,
Junior Murvin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
10cc,
L. Decosne,
Maleditus Sound,
Delon & Dalcan,
Drexciya,
The Gun Club,
Vainqueur,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fear,
Smog,
Swell Maps,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Raincoats,
Khruangbin,
Funky Four + One,
CMW,
Bobby Womack,
Leonard Cohen,
Scientists,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scott Walker,
Alison Limerick,
Thee Headcoats,
Tears for Fears,
June of 44,
Bill Wells,
Sister Nancy,
Bootsy Collins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Red Krayola,
Archie Shepp,
DJ Style,
The Real Kids,
The Angels of Light,
Jeru the Damaja,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Connie Case,
Das Ding,
The Skatalites,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ice-T,
Magazine,
Scratch Acid,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Suicide,
Barrington Levy,
The Durutti Column,
Cymande,
The Alarm Clocks,
Avey Tare,
Pet Shop Boys,
Whodini,
X-102,
The Grass Roots,
Hoover,
ABC,
Pulsallama,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Half Japanese,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.