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 Iran and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Shuggie Otis,
Make Up,
MC5,
Duran Duran,
The Mojo Men,
Janne Schatter,
The Red Krayola,
Arthur Verocai,
Terry Callier,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Outsiders,
Rotary Connection,
The United States of America,
Todd Rundgren,
The Star Department,
Laurel Aitken,
The Grass Roots,
Delta 5,
Agent Orange,
Crispian St. Peters,
Country Teasers,
Moby Grape,
Idris Muhammad,
The Dead C,
DNA,
Fatback Band,
Scion,
Henry Cow,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lindisfarne,
Sam Rivers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Matthew Bourne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
Jeff Mills,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nils Olav,
Althea and Donna,
Roxy Music,
LL Cool J,
Maleditus Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
Iggy Pop,
Slave,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jawbox,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Talk Talk,
Susan Cadogan,
Alison Limerick,
Bill Wells,
The Young Rascals,
The Names,
Siglo XX,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Faust,
Tom Boy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crime,
Guru Guru,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.