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 Senegal 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
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 clarinet 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 The American Breed to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Qualms,
Junior Murvin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cluster,
This Heat,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Khruangbin,
Unwound,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gichy Dan,
Erasure,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crime,
Animal Collective,
Arthur Verocai,
Altered Images,
Nas,
Smog,
Joey Negro,
Mission of Burma,
Morten Harket,
EPMD,
Juan Atkins,
Alton Ellis,
Barrington Levy,
Bob Dylan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Deepchord,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fortunes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
New York Dolls,
The Smiths,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ohio Players,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bronski Beat,
Barry Ungar,
Television,
UT,
The Selecter,
The Names,
La Düsseldorf,
David Axelrod,
Mr. Review,
Aloha Tigers,
The Happenings,
Mars,
Sällskapet,
Vladislav Delay,
Boredoms,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Average White Band,
Stiv Bators,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.