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 Antigua and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Durutti Column to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
The Pretty Things,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Flag,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Misunderstood,
June of 44,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Reuben Wilson,
Gichy Dan,
kango's stein massive,
The Angels of Light,
Cameo,
Sugar Minott,
The United States of America,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
D'Angelo,
Susan Cadogan,
Tres Demented,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barbara Tucker,
Kevin Saunderson,
FM Einheit,
KRS-One,
Eric Copeland,
Silicon Teens,
Vladislav Delay,
Khruangbin,
The Fugs,
Stiv Bators,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Make Up,
Skarface,
Blancmange,
Sound Behaviour,
Absolute Body Control,
Outsiders,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fluxion,
Marvin Gaye,
The Toasters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eve St. Jones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Leaves,
Second Layer,
Technova,
Infiniti,
Camberwell Now,
X-102,
R.M.O.,
David Bowie,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Vainqueur,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Can,
Parry Music,
Man Parrish,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.