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 Niger and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 T. Rex to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
R.M.O.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joey Negro,
Tres Demented,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Girls At Our Best!,
cv313,
The Move,
Prince Buster,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grey Daturas,
Hashim,
Tomorrow,
Easy Going,
Cybotron,
Black Sheep,
Alphaville,
Nation of Ulysses,
U.S. Maple,
Avey Tare,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Siglo XX,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crooked Eye,
Scan 7,
Marvin Gaye,
Freddie Wadling,
Althea and Donna,
Brothers Johnson,
Rod Modell,
The Durutti Column,
Malaria!,
Robert Wyatt,
Jacques Brel,
Eric Dolphy,
Gong,
Patti Smith,
Todd Rundgren,
The Toasters,
Lower 48,
Arthur Verocai,
Dawn Penn,
Gichy Dan,
Soulsonic Force,
Wasted Youth,
X-102,
Agitation Free,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Babytalk,
Tears for Fears,
Brick,
Isaac Hayes,
Hot Snakes,
The Gap Band,
The Wake,
Stockholm Monsters,
CMW,
Colin Newman,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Bananas,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.