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 Bahamas and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Halifax.
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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Erykah Badu to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Vladislav Delay,
John Coltrane,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scratch Acid,
Trumans Water,
Black Pus,
Dual Sessions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tommy Roe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
One Last Wish,
Boz Scaggs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Delon & Dalcan,
Livin' Joy,
Crime,
a-ha,
Jesper Dahlback,
Terry Callier,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Funkadelic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Faraquet,
X-102,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barrington Levy,
Moss Icon,
Lungfish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scott Walker,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Accadde A,
Albert Ayler,
Cameo,
The Birthday Party,
Althea and Donna,
Aaron Thompson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kaleidoscope,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Victims,
Todd Terry,
Robert Hood,
Nico,
Easy Going,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ralphi Rosario,
Darondo,
Yellowson,
DNA,
Quando Quango,
The Gun Club,
Jerry's Kids,
Ossler,
the Normal,
The Red Krayola,
L. Decosne,
Soul II Soul,
The Skatalites,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.