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 Argentina and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Michael McDonald 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 Tears for Fears to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Bill Wells,
Junior Murvin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Boz Scaggs,
The Litter,
The Blackbyrds,
Josef K,
Malaria!,
Barry Ungar,
Drexciya,
Colin Newman,
Rosa Yemen,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roger Hodgson,
Nico,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultra Naté,
Laurel Aitken,
Bob Dylan,
The Durutti Column,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fatback Band,
Skriet,
Make Up,
Yellowson,
James White and The Blacks,
Roy Ayers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sixth Finger,
Marshall Jefferson,
Zero Boys,
Archie Shepp,
Rites of Spring,
Joensuu 1685,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grauzone,
Excepter,
Bootsy Collins,
Don Cherry,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Associates,
Simply Red,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Steve Hackett,
Eve St. Jones,
Ultravox,
Organ,
Nation of Ulysses,
R.M.O.,
The Gap Band,
Jawbox,
Warren Ellis,
Soulsonic Force,
Warsaw,
New Age Steppers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Moon,
Hoover,
Bill Near,
Nik Kershaw,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.