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 Guyana and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Visage 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Mission of Burma,
Lightning Bolt,
Television,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jesper Dahlback,
Drexciya,
Negative Approach,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Public Image Ltd.,
Liliput,
Essential Logic,
Scratch Acid,
Ice-T,
Make Up,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Whodini,
Niagra,
Dawn Penn,
Yusef Lateef,
Blake Baxter,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Busters,
Dual Sessions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Andrew Hill,
Youth Brigade,
Junior Murvin,
Donny Hathaway,
The Leaves,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Searchers,
the Swans,
The Kinks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
cv313,
Heaven 17,
Mars,
Warsaw,
a-ha,
Slave,
Bobby Sherman,
Vladislav Delay,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Monks,
Jacob Miller,
Bob Dylan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Slits,
Dave Gahan,
The Moody Blues,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mo-Dettes,
T.S.O.L.,
The Offenders,
Tommy Roe,
Black Moon,
Severed Heads,
Matthew Halsall,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.