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 Iraq and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Sight & Sound to the punk 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Harry Pussy,
Deadbeat,
MDC,
Jacob Miller,
The Modern Lovers,
Charles Mingus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Model 500,
Spandau Ballet,
Letta Mbulu,
Cameo,
UT,
Goldenarms,
The Move,
kango's stein massive,
Minnie Riperton,
Barry Ungar,
The Vogues,
The Walker Brothers,
KRS-One,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lalann,
Yellowson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ten City,
Slave,
John Coltrane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Interpol,
Kayak,
Au Pairs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Groovy Waters,
Tears for Fears,
Bauhaus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
In Retrospect,
Desert Stars,
The Angels of Light,
Nation of Ulysses,
Smog,
Erykah Badu,
Harmonia,
Clear Light,
Robert Wyatt,
Lyres,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wally Richardson,
Dennis Brown,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Residents,
World's Most,
Iggy Pop,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Colin Newman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Normal,
Fugazi,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.