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 Mexico and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 David Bowie 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 Fear to the dance 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
The Associates,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dark Day,
Intrusion,
Aural Exciters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Public Enemy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Max Romeo,
T.S.O.L.,
The Happenings,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Amon Düül,
Albert Ayler,
Swans,
Trumans Water,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fela Kuti,
Lungfish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Outsiders,
FM Einheit,
Masters at Work,
Anthony Braxton,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Carl Craig,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Colin Newman,
Brick,
Byron Stingily,
Pagans,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Althea and Donna,
Motorama,
John Holt,
Terry Callier,
Wolf Eyes,
La Düsseldorf,
Sällskapet,
Tomorrow,
Mark Hollis,
Slave,
Sixth Finger,
Fatback Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fall,
Second Layer,
U.S. Maple,
Ken Boothe,
Toni Rubio,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.