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 Namibia and from London.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Star Department to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Crooked Eye,
Mad Mike,
Pylon,
Fat Boys,
World's Most,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hasil Adkins,
The Barracudas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
David McCallum,
Pussy Galore,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Modern Lovers,
Main Source,
Robert Görl,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Sonics,
These Immortal Souls,
The Monochrome Set,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Donald Byrd,
Tim Buckley,
Wolf Eyes,
Young Marble Giants,
ABC,
The Blackbyrds,
Monolake,
Don Cherry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Silicon Teens,
Jandek,
The Seeds,
Stetsasonic,
Lungfish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camberwell Now,
Cal Tjader,
Japan,
the Association,
Pagans,
The Angels of Light,
Erykah Badu,
UT,
The Leaves,
Erasure,
Darondo,
Niagra,
June Days,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Saints,
Thee Headcoats,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jeru the Damaja,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ornette Coleman,
Cheater Slicks,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.