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 Lesotho and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Donald Fagen 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 grime 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
The Star Department,
Aural Exciters,
Robert Wyatt,
Das Ding,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wire,
Arcadia,
Dave Gahan,
Technova,
LL Cool J,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang Starr,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mantronix,
Magazine,
CMW,
Section 25,
Skaos,
Toni Rubio,
Adolescents,
Cheater Slicks,
Ultra Naté,
Average White Band,
The Evens,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Von Mondo,
Kas Product,
Radiopuhelimet,
Donald Byrd,
Gang of Four,
The American Breed,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ossler,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Masters at Work,
The Misunderstood,
Byron Stingily,
Eurythmics,
Juan Atkins,
Basic Channel,
Erasure,
Television Personalities,
Henry Cow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Patti Smith,
The Selecter,
Stereo Dub,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Moody Blues,
Chris Corsano,
Johnny Clarke,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Sonics,
The Beau Brummels,
Skriet,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lungfish,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Normal,
The Names,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Bar-Kays,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.