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 Ethiopia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare 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 Black Pus to the disco 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Rhythm & Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aloha Tigers,
David Axelrod,
World's Most,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
10cc,
Procol Harum,
The Slackers,
Slick Rick,
Joe Finger,
Das Ding,
Curtis Mayfield,
Duran Duran,
Popol Vuh,
Scientists,
Parry Music,
Jeff Mills,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Techniques,
Judy Mowatt,
The Martian,
Swans,
John Foxx,
Suburban Knight,
Patti Smith,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultra Naté,
Minnie Riperton,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crooked Eye,
Henry Cow,
Hasil Adkins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Newcleus,
Fugazi,
One Last Wish,
Wally Richardson,
Michelle Simonal,
Pulsallama,
Mission of Burma,
John Cale,
Roger Hodgson,
Cluster,
Rekid,
Yusef Lateef,
Sam Rivers,
Radio Birdman,
Quantec,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Busters,
The Dead C,
The Young Rascals,
The Walker Brothers,
Reagan Youth,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.