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 Kuwait and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Camberwell Now to the disco 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Mars,
Matthew Halsall,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Victims,
Au Pairs,
Eric Dolphy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Animal Collective,
The Offenders,
Archie Shepp,
Johnny Clarke,
Fluxion,
Traffic Nightmare,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brass Construction,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crash Course in Science,
Hashim,
The Mojo Men,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Juan Atkins,
Harry Pussy,
Boz Scaggs,
The Angels of Light,
Desert Stars,
The Wake,
Rosa Yemen,
Pharoah Sanders,
H. Thieme,
Terry Callier,
CMW,
Tommy Roe,
Niagra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Steve Hackett,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roger Hodgson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Reuben Wilson,
The Index,
Negative Approach,
Suicide,
New Age Steppers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Vladislav Delay,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rufus Thomas,
Kurtis Blow,
Idris Muhammad,
Nik Kershaw,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gong,
China Crisis,
Supertramp,
Patti Smith,
Alice Coltrane,
The United States of America,
The Searchers,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.