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 Brazil and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the grime 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Roxette,
the Slits,
The Durutti Column,
Ronnie Foster,
Smog,
Eve St. Jones,
Cluster,
Sixth Finger,
Steve Hackett,
Jandek,
The Invisible,
Althea and Donna,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Trojans,
The Pretty Things,
Eric B and Rakim,
X-101,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camberwell Now,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Young Rascals,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Sheep,
Porter Ricks,
Aaron Thompson,
The Litter,
Anakelly,
Fad Gadget,
Scratch Acid,
Angry Samoans,
Yellowson,
The Gap Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Camouflage,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ken Boothe,
Johnny Osbourne,
Niagra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Chrome,
Wire,
The Smiths,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bootsy Collins,
Das Ding,
Jacob Miller,
Todd Rundgren,
Brass Construction,
Basic Channel,
Don Cherry,
Animal Collective,
Tomorrow,
Judy Mowatt,
Vladislav Delay,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aswad,
Bang On A Can,
Donny Hathaway,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.