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 Jordan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Leonard Cohen to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Metal Thangz,
The Wake,
Radiohead,
U.S. Maple,
The Knickerbockers,
Don Cherry,
Oblivians,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Half Japanese,
Freddie Wadling,
Gichy Dan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tres Demented,
Depeche Mode,
Amon Düül,
LL Cool J,
CMW,
Jimmy McGriff,
Thee Headcoats,
X-Ray Spex,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Monolake,
Panda Bear,
Sällskapet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Animal Collective,
Black Flag,
Sound Behaviour,
La Düsseldorf,
Erasure,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bang On A Can,
The Divine Comedy,
Ultra Naté,
Kerri Chandler,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Selecter,
Heaven 17,
Bad Manners,
The Offenders,
Robert Wyatt,
Brand Nubian,
Vainqueur,
Marine Girls,
Altered Images,
Harry Pussy,
Pantytec,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scratch Acid,
The Kinks,
The Barracudas,
Fatback Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Blossom Toes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Magazine,
Kurtis Blow,
Joensuu 1685,
Trumans Water,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.