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 Jordan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Robert Palmer 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Crime,
Radio Birdman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rhythm & Sound,
AZ,
JFA,
Basic Channel,
The Dirtbombs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gichy Dan,
Monolake,
Public Image Ltd.,
F. McDonald,
the Normal,
X-Ray Spex,
Kurtis Blow,
Derrick Morgan,
DJ Sneak,
Simply Red,
Mad Mike,
Jeru the Damaja,
Electric Prunes,
Lindisfarne,
The Durutti Column,
the Association,
Lungfish,
The Fall,
Stockholm Monsters,
Yusef Lateef,
Fatback Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Scientists,
Arab on Radar,
Scott Walker,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lakeside,
The Grass Roots,
MDC,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sex Pistols,
Royal Trux,
Neil Young,
The Slits,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Unwound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Symarip,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
X-101,
Deadbeat,
Ponytail,
The Victims,
Ronnie Foster,
Metal Thangz,
The Fortunes,
In Retrospect,
Smog,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.