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 Niger and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bang On A Can to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Raincoats,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DJ Style,
Deadbeat,
Anakelly,
Curtis Mayfield,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Basic Channel,
Ultravox,
Boz Scaggs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bluetip,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cecil Taylor,
the Sonics,
Lucky Dragons,
the Fania All-Stars,
Albert Ayler,
Quantec,
Section 25,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rufus Thomas,
Skriet,
the Bar-Kays,
The New Christs,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gun Club,
Erasure,
The Walker Brothers,
Fat Boys,
Roy Ayers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Flash Fearless,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Simply Red,
Aswad,
Fela Kuti,
The Busters,
Hot Snakes,
Funkadelic,
Monolake,
China Crisis,
Maurizio,
Interpol,
Barrington Levy,
Outsiders,
The Mummies,
Crooked Eye,
Stiv Bators,
The Wake,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cheater Slicks,
Infiniti,
Smog,
The Index,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.