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 Mongolia and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar 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 Kerri Chandler to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Dave Gahan,
Patti Smith,
Donald Byrd,
Scion,
Sällskapet,
Quando Quango,
Mary Jane Girls,
T. Rex,
Essential Logic,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pussy Galore,
Robert Wyatt,
Lungfish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Minutemen,
The Last Poets,
Spoonie Gee,
The Beau Brummels,
Donny Hathaway,
the Association,
Inner City,
Camberwell Now,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fluxion,
The Modern Lovers,
These Immortal Souls,
John Lydon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Drive Like Jehu,
The New Christs,
Ice-T,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wolf Eyes,
OOIOO,
Barry Ungar,
Pere Ubu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cybotron,
AZ,
In Retrospect,
ABC,
Goldenarms,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Vogues,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tropical Tobacco,
Altered Images,
The Skatalites,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Prince Buster,
Dorothy Ashby,
Zero Boys,
Junior Murvin,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mo-Dettes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marine Girls,
Pylon,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.