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 China and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pere Ubu to the grime 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Desert Stars,
The Birthday Party,
Q and Not U,
Prince Buster,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Saccharine Trust,
Grauzone,
Chris Corsano,
Piero Umiliani,
Soft Machine,
T. Rex,
Mars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Con Funk Shun,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tubeway Army,
Man Parrish,
Roger Hodgson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gichy Dan,
B.T. Express,
Scan 7,
Roxy Music,
This Heat,
Television Personalities,
The Dirtbombs,
Infiniti,
Crash Course in Science,
Todd Rundgren,
E-Dancer,
Danielle Patucci,
Talk Talk,
Bill Wells,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barbara Tucker,
Panda Bear,
Harmonia,
Average White Band,
Isaac Hayes,
The Mojo Men,
Rod Modell,
Cecil Taylor,
X-102,
Icehouse,
Oneida,
Schoolly D,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
10cc,
Jawbox,
Gang Green,
The Smiths,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pantytec,
Barry Ungar,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.