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 Fiji and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Al Stewart to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Letta Mbulu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eurythmics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Faust,
The J.B.'s,
Pantaleimon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nas,
Bad Manners,
The Index,
Popol Vuh,
PIL,
Blossom Toes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
FM Einheit,
Saccharine Trust,
Livin' Joy,
Siglo XX,
Aural Exciters,
The Pop Group,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sixth Finger,
Michelle Simonal,
The Martian,
Eric Copeland,
Big Daddy Kane,
Outsiders,
Mandrill,
Radiohead,
Eli Mardock,
Minny Pops,
Agent Orange,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dark Day,
The Mojo Men,
Girls At Our Best!,
H. Thieme,
The Associates,
Oblivians,
Dawn Penn,
Scrapy,
Reagan Youth,
Slick Rick,
Icehouse,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jimmy McGriff,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lalo Schifrin,
E-Dancer,
Can,
Cal Tjader,
Mark Hollis,
Simply Red,
Sun Ra,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The American Breed,
Lightning Bolt,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.