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 Belarus and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Accra.
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 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 Khruangbin to the rap 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tom Boy,
Brick,
One Last Wish,
Moss Icon,
Bauhaus,
Subhumans,
Sparks,
The Fire Engines,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Normal,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nas,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dave Gahan,
Lucky Dragons,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Birthday Party,
Tommy Roe,
Moebius,
The Leaves,
Television Personalities,
Rakim,
Maleditus Sound,
Los Fastidios,
Derrick May,
Japan,
Rites of Spring,
Yusef Lateef,
The Walker Brothers,
Cheater Slicks,
The Knickerbockers,
Tubeway Army,
Janne Schatter,
Barry Ungar,
Audionom,
Basic Channel,
Swans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soul II Soul,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Blackbyrds,
Davy DMX,
Fat Boys,
The Angels of Light,
Lakeside,
The Move,
cv313,
Model 500,
The Standells,
Severed Heads,
Donald Byrd,
Grauzone,
Brass Construction,
Roger Hodgson,
H. Thieme,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.