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 East Timor and from Woodstock.
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 Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Sheep,
Royal Trux,
The Moody Blues,
Supertramp,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aswad,
cv313,
The Human League,
Mo-Dettes,
The Real Kids,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cramps,
Darondo,
T. Rex,
Roxette,
Janne Schatter,
Dave Gahan,
Youth Brigade,
Swell Maps,
Pagans,
Lower 48,
Todd Terry,
Public Image Ltd.,
Quantec,
Tropical Tobacco,
48th St. Collective,
The Fire Engines,
Davy DMX,
The Evens,
Minutemen,
PIL,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minor Threat,
Piero Umiliani,
Donald Byrd,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Pretty Things,
Ronan,
Henry Cow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jimmy McGriff,
Urselle,
Glenn Branca,
Black Moon,
Cymande,
Subhumans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Boz Scaggs,
Magma,
Adolescents,
Sister Nancy,
Graham Central Station,
Harry Pussy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lightning Bolt,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.