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 Colombia and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Lou Reed 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 Tommy Roe to the funk 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
The Grass Roots,
Kurtis Blow,
Little Man,
Pussy Galore,
Groovy Waters,
Cluster,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sister Nancy,
Shoche,
Icehouse,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Robert Görl,
Boz Scaggs,
Smog,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
H. Thieme,
The Residents,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sugar Minott,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Patti Smith,
The Young Rascals,
Prince Buster,
The Divine Comedy,
Section 25,
Derrick May,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Stooges,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alphaville,
The Birthday Party,
Von Mondo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Toni Rubio,
Sällskapet,
The Beau Brummels,
Hardrive,
Gang Starr,
Royal Trux,
Flash Fearless,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brass Construction,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Doors,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Sonics,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stiv Bators,
Deepchord,
Hashim,
Saccharine Trust,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rites of Spring,
R.M.O.,
Unrelated Segments,
Mission of Burma,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Maurizio,
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.