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 France and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Move to the jazz 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod 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?
Lalann,
D'Angelo,
Oblivians,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
A Certain Ratio,
Television,
Robert Wyatt,
Country Teasers,
Camberwell Now,
Unwound,
Metal Thangz,
T.S.O.L.,
Terry Callier,
The Evens,
Black Moon,
Carl Craig,
Stereo Dub,
Joy Division,
Radio Birdman,
Kurtis Blow,
Godley & Creme,
Barrington Levy,
Kaleidoscope,
Bob Dylan,
Ice-T,
Mars,
EPMD,
Scion,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jerry's Kids,
Juan Atkins,
Barbara Tucker,
The Star Department,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dual Sessions,
Duran Duran,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Depeche Mode,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fall,
The Litter,
Los Fastidios,
The Kinks,
Hashim,
Stiv Bators,
Theoretical Girls,
Skriet,
Kool Moe Dee,
Amon Düül,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eli Mardock,
Average White Band,
Altered Images,
Harpers Bizarre,
Boz Scaggs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lightning Bolt,
Scott Walker,
Danielle Patucci,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Letta Mbulu,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.