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 Georgia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Accadde A to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
LL Cool J,
Heaven 17,
Crooked Eye,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fatback Band,
Television,
Monks,
Nas,
Letta Mbulu,
Juan Atkins,
X-101,
Jeff Mills,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Index,
MDC,
Shuggie Otis,
Jacques Brel,
Fluxion,
The Associates,
Bizarre Inc.,
Zapp,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alice Coltrane,
Matthew Bourne,
Livin' Joy,
Godley & Creme,
E-Dancer,
The Moleskins,
Grandmaster Flash,
Youth Brigade,
Jawbox,
The J.B.'s,
Public Enemy,
The Techniques,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kayak,
John Lydon,
Smog,
Oneida,
The Moody Blues,
Easy Going,
Gerry Rafferty,
Angry Samoans,
The Seeds,
The Buckinghams,
Scan 7,
Marmalade,
Los Fastidios,
Terry Callier,
Sonic Youth,
Pierre Henry,
Arab on Radar,
Loose Ends,
Man Parrish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
ABBA,
Cymande,
Amon Düül,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.