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 Belize and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Porter Ricks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Panda Bear,
Thompson Twins,
Marcia Griffiths,
Vainqueur,
Scratch Acid,
David McCallum,
Monks,
Royal Trux,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Newcleus,
Joe Smooth,
Slick Rick,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
10cc,
Godley & Creme,
Scrapy,
The Beau Brummels,
the Sonics,
Kas Product,
Cameo,
Michelle Simonal,
Accadde A,
Spandau Ballet,
Charles Mingus,
Nick Fraelich,
The Seeds,
DNA,
Average White Band,
Howard Jones,
Mo-Dettes,
The Golliwogs,
Bill Near,
Frankie Knuckles,
Groovy Waters,
Gang of Four,
The Tremeloes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Desert Stars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sex Pistols,
The Sound,
New York Dolls,
Gong,
The Pretty Things,
Outsiders,
The Angels of Light,
X-Ray Spex,
Eden Ahbez,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Suburban Knight,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Theoretical Girls,
The Doors,
Urselle,
Mark Hollis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
MC5,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.