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 Lesotho 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 The Velvet Underground to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Donny Hathaway,
Lalann,
Trumans Water,
Dorothy Ashby,
Excepter,
Deakin,
Von Mondo,
Morten Harket,
10cc,
Alphaville,
The Move,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Los Fastidios,
Don Cherry,
The Walker Brothers,
Urselle,
The Seeds,
The Dirtbombs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Can,
Japan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Subhumans,
Yellowson,
Grey Daturas,
The Monochrome Set,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Barry Ungar,
Scion,
Guru Guru,
Grandmaster Flash,
Organ,
The Star Department,
Deadbeat,
a-ha,
Gabor Szabo,
The Neon Judgement,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Knickerbockers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jawbox,
Susan Cadogan,
La Düsseldorf,
The Zeros,
Outsiders,
Wire,
Whodini,
Tim Buckley,
Khruangbin,
New York Dolls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Davy DMX,
Crispian St. Peters,
Franke,
The Toasters,
Moby Grape,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.