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 Kenya and from London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Index to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
U.S. Maple,
Bang On A Can,
Bronski Beat,
Aswad,
Camouflage,
Babytalk,
Aloha Tigers,
The Litter,
John Cale,
Quando Quango,
Gil Scott Heron,
The United States of America,
Ossler,
Idris Muhammad,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soft Machine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yazoo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Junior Murvin,
Electric Prunes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sister Nancy,
Wasted Youth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Freddie Wadling,
Quadrant,
Grauzone,
H. Thieme,
John Holt,
Yaz,
Panda Bear,
Monks,
The Slackers,
Bluetip,
The Star Department,
Negative Approach,
Moby Grape,
PIL,
Slave,
Ronan,
The Mummies,
The Five Americans,
Rod Modell,
Barrington Levy,
Dark Day,
The Residents,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
AZ,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eli Mardock,
Toni Rubio,
Sarah Menescal,
ABBA,
New Age Steppers,
Sällskapet,
The Victims,
The Toasters,
Organ,
10cc,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.