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 Ivory Coast and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Erykah Badu to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Jerry's Kids,
Jacob Miller,
Faraquet,
Young Marble Giants,
UT,
Tim Buckley,
Rotary Connection,
Carl Craig,
Nick Fraelich,
Bad Manners,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Don Cherry,
Monolake,
Hoover,
Tomorrow,
Archie Shepp,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cheater Slicks,
Visage,
the Swans,
Scan 7,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gladiators,
Gregory Isaacs,
Technova,
H. Thieme,
Tubeway Army,
Main Source,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Glambeats Corp.,
Blancmange,
Massinfluence,
T.S.O.L.,
Eric Dolphy,
A Certain Ratio,
Sam Rivers,
Sarah Menescal,
John Coltrane,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Selecter,
Ultra Naté,
Quadrant,
Minnie Riperton,
Jeff Lynne,
Rod Modell,
Danielle Patucci,
Johnny Clarke,
Funky Four + One,
Urselle,
Slave,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Chris Corsano,
Ronan,
Gichy Dan,
Rapeman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Amazonics,
Delta 5,
Television Personalities,
Althea and Donna,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.