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 Liechtenstein and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 James White and The Blacks to the rap 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
8 Eyed Spy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crash Course in Science,
The Moleskins,
Minor Threat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rites of Spring,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fad Gadget,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tubeway Army,
Tres Demented,
KRS-One,
Blossom Toes,
The Walker Brothers,
Fat Boys,
Barry Ungar,
Interpol,
DNA,
Nils Olav,
Bush Tetras,
CMW,
The Associates,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bill Wells,
Eve St. Jones,
The Standells,
Max Romeo,
This Heat,
The Music Machine,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sällskapet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pussy Galore,
Barclay James Harvest,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Reed,
Jimmy McGriff,
Boz Scaggs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Blake Baxter,
Maurizio,
Panda Bear,
The Litter,
John Coltrane,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Slits,
Los Fastidios,
Gil Scott Heron,
Blancmange,
Gang Green,
Graham Central Station,
Mandrill,
Ludus,
Lee Hazlewood,
Theoretical Girls,
Bluetip,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Christie,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.