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 Greece and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe 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 Mad Mike 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bauhaus,
The Monochrome Set,
Qualms,
Theoretical Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
The Young Rascals,
Faraquet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
New Age Steppers,
Fat Boys,
Black Pus,
Avey Tare,
Peter and Kerry,
Darondo,
Peter & Gordon,
The Modern Lovers,
Severed Heads,
Oneida,
The Star Department,
the Slits,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Section 25,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joyce Sims,
Animal Collective,
Barrington Levy,
Barry Ungar,
Wally Richardson,
Livin' Joy,
John Holt,
Shoche,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lyres,
Funky Four + One,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Erykah Badu,
Boredoms,
Neil Young,
Suburban Knight,
Wings,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fall,
PIL,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Letta Mbulu,
Terrestrial Tones,
D'Angelo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kas Product,
The Slackers,
Malaria!,
Minutemen,
ABBA,
Thee Headcoats,
Fifty Foot Hose,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.