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 Liechtenstein and from Bologna.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Stetsasonic,
Terry Callier,
Bill Near,
Moebius,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Girls At Our Best!,
June of 44,
Intrusion,
Pole,
Neil Young,
Crash Course in Science,
The Dead C,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deadbeat,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Andrew Hill,
Rhythm & Sound,
Schoolly D,
48th St. Collective,
The Saints,
LL Cool J,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Peter & Gordon,
The Move,
Blossom Toes,
Iggy Pop,
JFA,
Aaron Thompson,
Wings,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Sonics,
Silicon Teens,
Shuggie Otis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bauhaus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yusef Lateef,
Jerry's Kids,
John Coltrane,
Vainqueur,
Yazoo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brand Nubian,
Radio Birdman,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marc Almond,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marshall Jefferson,
Section 25,
H. Thieme,
Drexciya,
The Skatalites,
Ralphi Rosario,
Chrome,
Absolute Body Control,
Spoonie Gee,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.