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 Morocco and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Wolf Eyes 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Mark Hollis,
Alice Coltrane,
The Alarm Clocks,
Porter Ricks,
Can,
Aural Exciters,
The Martian,
Yellowson,
Bang On A Can,
Marmalade,
New Age Steppers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scott Walker,
Leonard Cohen,
Fluxion,
The Index,
Urselle,
Crooked Eye,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pantytec,
Faust,
Dual Sessions,
Jandek,
The Sonics,
The Fortunes,
Tres Demented,
Los Fastidios,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Five Americans,
Aaron Thompson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wings,
Iggy Pop,
Ultra Naté,
Intrusion,
Blossom Toes,
Schoolly D,
Cluster,
Tim Buckley,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Derrick May,
T.S.O.L.,
Icehouse,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Sunsets and Hearts,
UT,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Holt,
Bush Tetras,
Dennis Brown,
Ken Boothe,
Ludus,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camouflage,
Chris & Cosey,
Scion,
The Dead C,
The Toasters,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.