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 Botswana and from Manchester.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
The Fugs,
The Fortunes,
John Coltrane,
Gang of Four,
Mark Hollis,
Icehouse,
Pole,
Model 500,
Metal Thangz,
Underground Resistance,
Fat Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Brick,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Desert Stars,
Grauzone,
Hashim,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultra Naté,
Wally Richardson,
Sixth Finger,
Kerrie Biddell,
Donald Byrd,
Fatback Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brass Construction,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Searchers,
The Raincoats,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Grass Roots,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The J.B.'s,
This Heat,
Lalann,
Drexciya,
Average White Band,
Ituana,
Mr. Review,
Ohio Players,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cowsills,
Terry Callier,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barbara Tucker,
Massinfluence,
The Real Kids,
Zero Boys,
New Order,
Slave,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Cale,
Blancmange,
The Kinks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Accadde A,
Con Funk Shun,
David Bowie,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.