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 Ukraine and from Mexico City.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Arab on Radar to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Tubeway Army,
Royal Trux,
The Neon Judgement,
Fela Kuti,
Morten Harket,
Sällskapet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hashim,
Kas Product,
Basic Channel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Prince Buster,
Faraquet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hardrive,
Grauzone,
Negative Approach,
Suburban Knight,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Flag,
Kerrie Biddell,
Howard Jones,
Mad Mike,
Eddi Front,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Evens,
Todd Rundgren,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Man Parrish,
KRS-One,
The New Christs,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Doobie Brothers,
Terry Callier,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
cv313,
Rosa Yemen,
Sun City Girls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Quantec,
The Last Poets,
Accadde A,
Adolescents,
Lee Hazlewood,
Index,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marvin Gaye,
Delon & Dalcan,
Brass Construction,
Freddie Wadling,
Delta 5,
The Alarm Clocks,
Qualms,
Joe Finger,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soulsonic Force,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Matthew Halsall,
Livin' Joy,
Au Pairs,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.