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 Indonesia and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the guitar 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 Gang Starr to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Don Cherry,
The Young Rascals,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Swans,
Visage,
The Sound,
Easy Going,
John Coltrane,
Motorama,
The Fugs,
Sound Behaviour,
The Music Machine,
Leonard Cohen,
Wings,
The Residents,
The Five Americans,
Nirvana,
The Busters,
Nik Kershaw,
Agitation Free,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stetsasonic,
the Germs,
Surgeon,
Con Funk Shun,
Scott Walker,
Gerry Rafferty,
Swell Maps,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Thompson Twins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Bananas,
Funky Four + One,
Drive Like Jehu,
Iggy Pop,
Unwound,
Khruangbin,
Bauhaus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Infiniti,
FM Einheit,
Index,
Graham Central Station,
Stereo Dub,
Livin' Joy,
Niagra,
Shoche,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Thee Headcoats,
Lower 48,
Animal Collective,
Gang Gang Dance,
A Certain Ratio,
Johnny Clarke,
T. Rex,
Jacques Brel,
The Skatalites,
Harmonia,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.