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 Sweden and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Michael McDonald 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 Babytalk to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Monolake,
Flipper,
Gang Green,
Black Flag,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Siglo XX,
Lou Christie,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Busters,
Brass Construction,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Don Cherry,
K-Klass,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Slick Rick,
Ultravox,
Alphaville,
Mission of Burma,
This Heat,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sunsets and Hearts,
A Certain Ratio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Essential Logic,
Moebius,
Brick,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Slits,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
One Last Wish,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Martian,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ossler,
Aural Exciters,
Boredoms,
The Fall,
Monks,
Sun Ra,
Hashim,
Tomorrow,
Aswad,
The Invisible,
Barclay James Harvest,
Idris Muhammad,
Harry Pussy,
Theoretical Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ituana,
Sister Nancy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Yusef Lateef,
UT,
Qualms,
Main Source,
Gregory Isaacs,
Quando Quango,
Tim Buckley,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.