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 Montenegro and from Tokyo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Eric Dolphy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Accadde A,
Arcadia,
Yellowson,
Erasure,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eddi Front,
Sandy B,
The Monochrome Set,
Sixth Finger,
Al Stewart,
Animal Collective,
Average White Band,
The Toasters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Brass Construction,
The Leaves,
Dennis Brown,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Motorama,
Bob Dylan,
Bauhaus,
Blossom Toes,
The Associates,
Bobby Byrd,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bronski Beat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Niagra,
Bang On A Can,
Susan Cadogan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dorothy Ashby,
Goldenarms,
Bobby Womack,
Country Teasers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mad Mike,
Alphaville,
In Retrospect,
Con Funk Shun,
Traffic Nightmare,
PIL,
Echospace,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Oneida,
Rakim,
H. Thieme,
Archie Shepp,
Robert Wyatt,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Black Dice,
the Bar-Kays,
Delta 5,
Minor Threat,
Minnie Riperton,
Inner City,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.