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 Tajikistan and from Accra.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Surgeon to the electroclash 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Young Marble Giants,
K-Klass,
Harmonia,
Television Personalities,
Dave Gahan,
Basic Channel,
The Skatalites,
Stiv Bators,
Hashim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Janne Schatter,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Move,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Andrew Hill,
Radio Birdman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Parry Music,
The Young Rascals,
Suicide,
T.S.O.L.,
The Last Poets,
the Bar-Kays,
Fad Gadget,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yusef Lateef,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eric Dolphy,
ABBA,
Kas Product,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pet Shop Boys,
Half Japanese,
Easy Going,
Ituana,
Pantytec,
Pere Ubu,
Kerri Chandler,
The Human League,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jeff Lynne,
Cameo,
Alton Ellis,
Dark Day,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brand Nubian,
The Invisible,
Albert Ayler,
Skarface,
the Germs,
Aloha Tigers,
The Angels of Light,
Robert Görl,
Michelle Simonal,
T. Rex,
Wolf Eyes,
Avey Tare,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.