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 Saudi Arabia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Procol Harum to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
The Modern Lovers,
David Axelrod,
The Grass Roots,
the Human League,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Skriet,
The Smoke,
Lou Reed,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Barracudas,
Susan Cadogan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Royal Trux,
K-Klass,
Matthew Bourne,
Colin Newman,
Kurtis Blow,
Stockholm Monsters,
Isaac Hayes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mark Hollis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sarah Menescal,
The Motions,
Magma,
Maurizio,
Crispy Ambulance,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Buzzcocks,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Electric Prunes,
Marc Almond,
Boz Scaggs,
Thee Headcoats,
Archie Shepp,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
New Order,
June Days,
The Count Five,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eden Ahbez,
The Blackbyrds,
The Golliwogs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gong,
Gregory Isaacs,
Q65,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jesper Dahlback,
Moebius,
10cc,
X-102,
Jawbox,
Harmonia,
Electric Prunes,
Bush Tetras,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang Green,
Loose Ends,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.