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 Belarus and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe 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 CMW 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Inner City,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Shoche,
Beasts of Bourbon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Maurizio,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Moon,
Arthur Verocai,
Negative Approach,
Marc Almond,
The Trojans,
Faust,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Buckinghams,
Kerri Chandler,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kaleidoscope,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Bananas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Modern Lovers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wolf Eyes,
Hasil Adkins,
This Heat,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eric Dolphy,
Ornette Coleman,
Minutemen,
Shuggie Otis,
Hot Snakes,
Public Enemy,
Al Stewart,
Babytalk,
Eve St. Jones,
The Electric Prunes,
Skriet,
Nirvana,
Country Teasers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Section 25,
Magazine,
Maleditus Sound,
Funky Four + One,
Surgeon,
X-102,
Urselle,
Steve Hackett,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Unwound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bob Dylan,
Lower 48,
Lalann,
Ossler,
Barbara Tucker,
Roxy Music,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.