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 Namibia and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Pantytec,
Aural Exciters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pussy Galore,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
X-101,
Soulsonic Force,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yusef Lateef,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lindisfarne,
The Moody Blues,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Evens,
Harry Pussy,
Maurizio,
Rekid,
Warren Ellis,
Ludus,
the Swans,
Amon Düül II,
The Smoke,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Byron Stingily,
Saccharine Trust,
Freddie Wadling,
Mark Hollis,
ABC,
U.S. Maple,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gerry Rafferty,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Toasters,
Quantec,
Bill Wells,
Jeff Mills,
Hashim,
Vainqueur,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sonic Youth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Unrelated Segments,
The Techniques,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Blake Baxter,
Brand Nubian,
Minny Pops,
The Velvet Underground,
Connie Case,
The Smiths,
This Heat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soft Machine,
Young Marble Giants,
Mandrill,
Accadde A,
The Move,
LL Cool J,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.