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 New Zealand and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
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 güiro 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 The Blues Magoos to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Accadde A,
The Modern Lovers,
The Standells,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Kinks,
The Martian,
Black Bananas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Girls At Our Best!,
Morten Harket,
Panda Bear,
Duran Duran,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yusef Lateef,
Cal Tjader,
Scientists,
New Order,
Schoolly D,
Sam Rivers,
Moby Grape,
Slave,
Gastr Del Sol,
Faraquet,
Eurythmics,
Robert Wyatt,
John Coltrane,
The Busters,
Mandrill,
Marcia Griffiths,
Livin' Joy,
Aswad,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Tremeloes,
Absolute Body Control,
Visage,
John Cale,
Barclay James Harvest,
Neu!,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Banda Bassotti,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eddi Front,
Bluetip,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sonic Youth,
Metal Thangz,
Babytalk,
Eric Copeland,
Silicon Teens,
Fluxion,
Lalo Schifrin,
Carl Craig,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sound Behaviour,
Make Up,
Lee Hazlewood,
La Düsseldorf,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.