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 Maldives and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Liliput to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
The Trojans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Smiths,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Stooges,
The Dead C,
MC5,
Quando Quango,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Residents,
Marc Almond,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Dave Clark Five,
Absolute Body Control,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dorothy Ashby,
June of 44,
Wally Richardson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Danielle Patucci,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sight & Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Easy Going,
The Alarm Clocks,
Quantec,
Tim Buckley,
Glenn Branca,
Pere Ubu,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Victims,
OOIOO,
Ornette Coleman,
The Five Americans,
Bauhaus,
The Monochrome Set,
Girls At Our Best!,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rosa Yemen,
Roxette,
La Düsseldorf,
Marine Girls,
B.T. Express,
Sam Rivers,
Technova,
Toni Rubio,
Eurythmics,
Stereo Dub,
Juan Atkins,
Stiv Bators,
Sonic Youth,
Bob Dylan,
Mark Hollis,
Liliput,
Sandy B,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.