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 Uganda and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Morten Harket to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Moby Grape,
Donny Hathaway,
The Dead C,
Eric Copeland,
June of 44,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Leonard Cohen,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hoover,
Black Pus,
The Count Five,
Swell Maps,
Flipper,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Standells,
Moebius,
Marmalade,
Flash Fearless,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Coltrane,
The Moody Blues,
Heaven 17,
Index,
Black Bananas,
The Saints,
Ituana,
Schoolly D,
Rosa Yemen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Divine Comedy,
Sixth Finger,
Arthur Verocai,
Rhythm & Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
Rufus Thomas,
Hasil Adkins,
Rapeman,
Malaria!,
Lower 48,
Lindisfarne,
JFA,
Patti Smith,
Rod Modell,
Ohio Players,
Lucky Dragons,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Oblivians,
Supertramp,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Offenders,
Banda Bassotti,
Severed Heads,
Lalann,
Prince Buster,
In Retrospect,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Procol Harum,
Absolute Body Control,
The Cure,
The Slackers,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.