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 Eritrea and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Lee Hazlewood to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Throbbing Gristle,
Don Cherry,
Cluster,
Deepchord,
The Mojo Men,
Marmalade,
Marine Girls,
Barrington Levy,
The American Breed,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Roxette,
Fluxion,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
In Retrospect,
Letta Mbulu,
Rod Modell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lucky Dragons,
The Human League,
Minor Threat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
L. Decosne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Selecter,
cv313,
Kas Product,
Shuggie Otis,
UT,
The Dirtbombs,
Q65,
the Germs,
Robert Wyatt,
Sun Ra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alison Limerick,
The Dead C,
Outsiders,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joy Division,
Tommy Roe,
Niagra,
The Smoke,
Eden Ahbez,
The Buckinghams,
DJ Sneak,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
PIL,
Porter Ricks,
The Seeds,
Black Bananas,
The Cowsills,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
EPMD,
Camouflage,
Essential Logic,
Steve Hackett,
Colin Newman,
Ten City,
Susan Cadogan,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.