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 China and from New York.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Byron Stingily to the jazz 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roxette,
KRS-One,
cv313,
Underground Resistance,
The Offenders,
The Leaves,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Liliput,
Bad Manners,
Minny Pops,
X-101,
Brand Nubian,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Slackers,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Walker Brothers,
The Sound,
Alton Ellis,
Dave Gahan,
The Young Rascals,
Eric Dolphy,
Hashim,
Johnny Osbourne,
Simply Red,
Cecil Taylor,
Charles Mingus,
Monks,
Bang On A Can,
Blancmange,
Nico,
John Cale,
Althea and Donna,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Buzzcocks,
Kenny Larkin,
Dark Day,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Buckinghams,
Lyres,
Reuben Wilson,
Scan 7,
The Pretty Things,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gichy Dan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Boz Scaggs,
Pantytec,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ohio Players,
Niagra,
Dual Sessions,
Barrington Levy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kerri Chandler,
Basic Channel,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.