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 Japan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
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 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 Dorothy Ashby to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
One Last Wish,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eurythmics,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hot Snakes,
Panda Bear,
Whodini,
Graham Central Station,
World's Most,
Minny Pops,
Das Ding,
Stockholm Monsters,
Amon Düül,
Ultravox,
In Retrospect,
Shoche,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Normal,
The Wake,
Banda Bassotti,
DJ Sneak,
Letta Mbulu,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Offenders,
The Angels of Light,
Harmonia,
Jandek,
Fluxion,
The Monochrome Set,
The New Christs,
Newcleus,
Ludus,
Bill Near,
Lakeside,
LL Cool J,
The Fuzztones,
The Leaves,
Tom Boy,
Cheater Slicks,
Pantytec,
Supertramp,
Sällskapet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sun Ra,
Rosa Yemen,
Magazine,
Pole,
Soulsonic Force,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Residents,
48th St. Collective,
Ronan,
Robert Görl,
Ossler,
The Tremeloes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Maurizio,
Franke,
Patti Smith,
Delta 5,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.