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 Samoa and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Pop Group to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Unwound,
Toni Rubio,
Marcia Griffiths,
Howard Jones,
Kerri Chandler,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soul Sonic Force,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The New Christs,
Average White Band,
Yellowson,
The Searchers,
The Dead C,
Altered Images,
The Human League,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sällskapet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ice-T,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sixth Finger,
Gichy Dan,
the Swans,
Goldenarms,
James White and The Blacks,
Faust,
Outsiders,
Donny Hathaway,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cramps,
Eve St. Jones,
Nico,
Visage,
The Birthday Party,
David Axelrod,
Stereo Dub,
Ornette Coleman,
Nik Kershaw,
The Seeds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Letta Mbulu,
Al Stewart,
Gang Starr,
T.S.O.L.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Evens,
Supertramp,
Scrapy,
Danielle Patucci,
June of 44,
Guru Guru,
The Knickerbockers,
Audionom,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sex Pistols,
Smog,
Brick,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Icehouse,
Ultravox,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.