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 Estonia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
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 David Bowie 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the jazz 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joy Division,
Monolake,
Ornette Coleman,
Althea and Donna,
Amon Düül,
Pharoah Sanders,
Erasure,
Porter Ricks,
The Modern Lovers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Banda Bassotti,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scan 7,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minny Pops,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Grass Roots,
Thee Headcoats,
Half Japanese,
Harmonia,
Panda Bear,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Toni Rubio,
Pantaleimon,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultravox,
Jerry's Kids,
Lyres,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Aloha Tigers,
Sun Ra,
Black Flag,
Yaz,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Saints,
The Vogues,
Bluetip,
Radiopuhelimet,
Letta Mbulu,
Tears for Fears,
The J.B.'s,
The Smiths,
The New Christs,
The Slackers,
Bill Near,
The Pretty Things,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kaleidoscope,
Wolf Eyes,
F. McDonald,
The Real Kids,
Matthew Bourne,
Ronnie Foster,
the Sonics,
The Gun Club,
Carl Craig,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.