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 Israel and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Simply Red,
Piero Umiliani,
Lalann,
Amazonics,
Skarface,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marvin Gaye,
Arcadia,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roxette,
The Skatalites,
Half Japanese,
Lucky Dragons,
8 Eyed Spy,
MDC,
The Smoke,
Traffic Nightmare,
Josef K,
Gastr Del Sol,
Robert Wyatt,
Rod Modell,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bang On A Can,
The Pop Group,
Malaria!,
Harpers Bizarre,
Symarip,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Idris Muhammad,
The Move,
The Standells,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scrapy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pere Ubu,
Judy Mowatt,
Tubeway Army,
Amon Düül,
The Tremeloes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aloha Tigers,
Dead Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
The United States of America,
Nick Fraelich,
Terry Callier,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Zapp,
Jeru the Damaja,
One Last Wish,
The Saints,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gil Scott Heron,
In Retrospect,
Prince Buster,
Joy Division,
Ossler,
L. Decosne,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Real Kids,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Residents,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.