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 Solomon Islands and from Tehran.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe 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 Mark Hollis to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pagans,
Brass Construction,
The Fuzztones,
The Stooges,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Danielle Patucci,
Pole,
The Smoke,
a-ha,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Archie Shepp,
Liliput,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Anakelly,
Q and Not U,
Motorama,
Section 25,
Man Parrish,
Prince Buster,
Erykah Badu,
Bad Manners,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Coltrane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Country Teasers,
Unwound,
Stetsasonic,
Avey Tare,
David McCallum,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Organ,
Con Funk Shun,
Connie Case,
The Kinks,
Slave,
Sonic Youth,
cv313,
Tom Boy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rapeman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Junior Murvin,
Desert Stars,
JFA,
Alton Ellis,
Radiohead,
Marvin Gaye,
The Moody Blues,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kerri Chandler,
Duran Duran,
the Sonics,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.