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 Niger and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Flamin' Groovies to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Half Japanese,
Cymande,
Unwound,
Girls At Our Best!,
Loose Ends,
Vladislav Delay,
Gong,
Quantec,
Graham Central Station,
Franke,
The Fuzztones,
Throbbing Gristle,
David McCallum,
Television,
Buzzcocks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Warsaw,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The J.B.'s,
Man Eating Sloth,
Babytalk,
Delon & Dalcan,
Subhumans,
Idris Muhammad,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kas Product,
OOIOO,
Magazine,
10cc,
The Searchers,
DJ Style,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minor Threat,
the Normal,
Supertramp,
Hashim,
Depeche Mode,
Harry Pussy,
Arcadia,
The Music Machine,
Brothers Johnson,
Agitation Free,
Black Moon,
Jeff Lynne,
Stereo Dub,
New Order,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Boz Scaggs,
The Residents,
The Leaves,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Faust,
Flash Fearless,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Byrd,
The Martian,
Pulsallama,
Chrome,
Davy DMX,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.