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 Zimbabwe and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Schoolly D to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Accadde A,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Man Parrish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Slits,
Main Source,
Average White Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Tremeloes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Offenders,
Con Funk Shun,
Ponytail,
Echospace,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Vladislav Delay,
Steve Hackett,
Vainqueur,
Sarah Menescal,
Zero Boys,
Moebius,
The Beau Brummels,
The Gladiators,
Cheater Slicks,
ABBA,
Hasil Adkins,
the Bar-Kays,
Stetsasonic,
The Slits,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Henry Cow,
Stockholm Monsters,
Susan Cadogan,
Nik Kershaw,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Johnny Clarke,
Toni Rubio,
Thompson Twins,
Public Image Ltd.,
Quantec,
Marvin Gaye,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Icehouse,
The Toasters,
Archie Shepp,
Procol Harum,
Fluxion,
The Pop Group,
Can,
The Doors,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pulsallama,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Evens,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dark Day,
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.