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 Brunei and from London.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Lou Reed 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 Suburban Knight to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Minor Threat,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Moleskins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marmalade,
Ponytail,
Matthew Bourne,
the Association,
Cameo,
Underground Resistance,
Arab on Radar,
Pharoah Sanders,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jawbox,
L. Decosne,
Ronan,
The Pretty Things,
Yaz,
Masters at Work,
Excepter,
Dark Day,
Glambeats Corp.,
Vainqueur,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
F. McDonald,
Brick,
Gichy Dan,
Scientists,
The Cramps,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Moody Blues,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Music Machine,
DJ Style,
Ten City,
Clear Light,
Dave Gahan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Slackers,
Prince Buster,
Marine Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roy Ayers,
Soul II Soul,
Leonard Cohen,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rites of Spring,
Jacques Brel,
Dead Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
Sound Behaviour,
Marc Almond,
Reuben Wilson,
Albert Ayler,
KRS-One,
Animal Collective,
Black Moon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Robert Hood,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.