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 Lithuania and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar 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 R.M.O. to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Vladislav Delay,
Zero Boys,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Mojo Men,
David McCallum,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Maurizio,
Harmonia,
Nik Kershaw,
A Certain Ratio,
Gong,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang Green,
The Searchers,
Sister Nancy,
Sugar Minott,
Fear,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jeff Mills,
Bad Manners,
Lebanon Hanover,
Steve Hackett,
June Days,
Swans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hot Snakes,
Jeff Lynne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Connie Case,
Circle Jerks,
ABC,
The Move,
The Index,
Nico,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tubeway Army,
Fugazi,
The Divine Comedy,
Terry Callier,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Chris & Cosey,
Al Stewart,
Adolescents,
Jacques Brel,
Soulsonic Force,
Second Layer,
Altered Images,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sonic Youth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Boredoms,
Alison Limerick,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Sherman,
Bootsy Collins,
Pantaleimon,
The Litter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dorothy Ashby,
Letta Mbulu,
China Crisis,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.