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 Israel and from Spokane.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Half Japanese to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Kaleidoscope,
Soul II Soul,
Tomorrow,
Cecil Taylor,
Nas,
Desert Stars,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fall,
The Skatalites,
Whodini,
Joy Division,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Invisible,
Danielle Patucci,
Man Parrish,
Zero Boys,
Josef K,
Lalo Schifrin,
Niagra,
Brand Nubian,
D'Angelo,
The Busters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ronan,
Glenn Branca,
The Vogues,
The Index,
Drive Like Jehu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sonic Youth,
Supertramp,
Ossler,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Country Teasers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
X-Ray Spex,
The Slackers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Altered Images,
Loose Ends,
The Fugs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Can,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Golliwogs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Suburban Knight,
Rotary Connection,
Lindisfarne,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Foxx,
Ohio Players,
Curtis Mayfield,
Susan Cadogan,
David McCallum,
Graham Central Station,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.