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 Bolivia and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Ituana to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Patti Smith,
Man Parrish,
Royal Trux,
Babytalk,
Los Fastidios,
The J.B.'s,
Vainqueur,
The Neon Judgement,
Deepchord,
Peter & Gordon,
Kayak,
Cameo,
The Stooges,
Marc Almond,
Camouflage,
CMW,
Second Layer,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Warsaw,
The Divine Comedy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scrapy,
Symarip,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bootsy Collins,
T. Rex,
The Music Machine,
Siglo XX,
Crash Course in Science,
Absolute Body Control,
Vladislav Delay,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Thompson Twins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Janne Schatter,
R.M.O.,
KRS-One,
the Germs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Barrington Levy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
La Düsseldorf,
Arab on Radar,
FM Einheit,
Sparks,
Crooked Eye,
Skriet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pagans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tim Buckley,
Josef K,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Dirtbombs,
Reagan Youth,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.