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 Congo and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Wings to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bang On A Can,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
David McCallum,
Eddi Front,
Marshall Jefferson,
Thee Headcoats,
Blancmange,
Nik Kershaw,
Minutemen,
Royal Trux,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jawbox,
Tom Boy,
Yazoo,
Moby Grape,
Easy Going,
The Tremeloes,
Chrome,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Techniques,
The Invisible,
The Smiths,
Bad Manners,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Zapp,
Toni Rubio,
Magazine,
Harry Pussy,
John Lydon,
Echospace,
Desert Stars,
The Fuzztones,
Subhumans,
Mad Mike,
Stetsasonic,
Crime,
Neil Young,
Pantaleimon,
The Moleskins,
Television Personalities,
Infiniti,
Al Stewart,
Roger Hodgson,
DNA,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grauzone,
Terry Callier,
Glenn Branca,
Supertramp,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Carl Craig,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sandy B,
Sex Pistols,
Donald Byrd,
Black Pus,
The Slackers,
Colin Newman,
Roy Ayers,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.