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 San Marino and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 JFA to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Man Parrish,
Jacques Brel,
Radiohead,
Amon Düül II,
Brothers Johnson,
Matthew Halsall,
Tubeway Army,
Terrestrial Tones,
Arthur Verocai,
ABC,
New York Dolls,
Crispy Ambulance,
OOIOO,
Kaleidoscope,
The Evens,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dennis Brown,
Erykah Badu,
The Monks,
Sparks,
Q and Not U,
The Happenings,
Brick,
Bootsy Collins,
Robert Wyatt,
Freddie Wadling,
Dawn Penn,
The Zeros,
Charles Mingus,
Wire,
The Litter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Flag,
The Skatalites,
Connie Case,
Toni Rubio,
Lungfish,
Joey Negro,
Faraquet,
Animal Collective,
Massinfluence,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Stereo Dub,
Josef K,
Peter and Kerry,
Con Funk Shun,
The Cure,
Skaos,
Black Sheep,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Associates,
D'Angelo,
Yaz,
Newcleus,
Janne Schatter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Subhumans,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.