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 East Timor and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Michael McDonald 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the rock 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Hasil Adkins,
Nils Olav,
Derrick May,
Max Romeo,
Black Pus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fad Gadget,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Funkadelic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Moebius,
The Trojans,
The American Breed,
Mo-Dettes,
The Invisible,
Gabor Szabo,
The Leaves,
The Electric Prunes,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Toasters,
The Monochrome Set,
Second Layer,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soft Cell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Blues Magoos,
Crime,
Absolute Body Control,
Model 500,
Marmalade,
Zero Boys,
Brick,
Ludus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Freddie Wadling,
The Kinks,
Minnie Riperton,
Flash Fearless,
Minutemen,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scion,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Public Enemy,
The Martian,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Matthew Halsall,
Mad Mike,
Piero Umiliani,
Bad Manners,
Bob Dylan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Japan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Agitation Free,
Monks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eric Copeland,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.