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 Yemen and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro 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 Avey Tare to the punk 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Byron Stingily,
The Victims,
Iggy Pop,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Martian,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gerry Rafferty,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Reed,
Pussy Galore,
Black Bananas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Schoolly D,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Seeds,
B.T. Express,
the Soft Cell,
Juan Atkins,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang Green,
The J.B.'s,
Glenn Branca,
Spandau Ballet,
OOIOO,
Maurizio,
Tubeway Army,
Steve Hackett,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fugs,
Roxy Music,
Essential Logic,
X-102,
Sällskapet,
Circle Jerks,
Ultravox,
Davy DMX,
Terry Callier,
Skaos,
Metal Thangz,
Black Flag,
Todd Rundgren,
Scan 7,
Dark Day,
Patti Smith,
Lebanon Hanover,
Max Romeo,
Brass Construction,
Half Japanese,
Lalann,
Barry Ungar,
Drive Like Jehu,
Vainqueur,
Quando Quango,
The Fortunes,
PIL,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Boz Scaggs,
D'Angelo,
Gabor Szabo,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.