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 Micronesia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord 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 Drive Like Jehu to the grime 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
The Grass Roots,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Banda Bassotti,
The Dirtbombs,
Blossom Toes,
Amon Düül,
Grandmaster Flash,
Duran Duran,
Quadrant,
Darondo,
Nick Fraelich,
Joey Negro,
Japan,
Monolake,
The Fire Engines,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Chris & Cosey,
Thompson Twins,
Andrew Hill,
Joe Smooth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Red Krayola,
Slick Rick,
The Happenings,
Ornette Coleman,
Rufus Thomas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Terry Callier,
Bush Tetras,
Y Pants,
Big Daddy Kane,
Arab on Radar,
Sugar Minott,
The Smoke,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
David Bowie,
EPMD,
Davy DMX,
Sight & Sound,
Tommy Roe,
Deakin,
Eric B and Rakim,
R.M.O.,
The Toasters,
Grey Daturas,
David McCallum,
Lou Christie,
Tropical Tobacco,
Barclay James Harvest,
Inner City,
Mr. Review,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ice-T,
The Searchers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Chrome,
Sarah Menescal,
Tubeway Army,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Flag,
Eli Mardock,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.