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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Television to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Easy Going,
Tropical Tobacco,
Procol Harum,
The Trojans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Moody Blues,
Anakelly,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Womack,
John Lydon,
Von Mondo,
Carl Craig,
Funky Four + One,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Ohio Players,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Toasters,
Joe Smooth,
the Soft Cell,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cramps,
Harry Pussy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ralphi Rosario,
Blake Baxter,
Mark Hollis,
The Star Department,
Rhythm & Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Victims,
Frankie Knuckles,
Colin Newman,
Electric Prunes,
Brothers Johnson,
Gerry Rafferty,
New Age Steppers,
Sällskapet,
The Gun Club,
Half Japanese,
John Holt,
Wally Richardson,
Wasted Youth,
Gabor Szabo,
Pulsallama,
JFA,
Bang On A Can,
The Modern Lovers,
Minor Threat,
Siglo XX,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.