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 Kiribati and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Marine Girls to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Barry Ungar,
The Index,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Organ,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kurtis Blow,
Second Layer,
The Litter,
Agent Orange,
Franke,
Popol Vuh,
Michelle Simonal,
Sister Nancy,
James White and The Blacks,
The Searchers,
Wings,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Thompson Twins,
Animal Collective,
Robert Wyatt,
Sight & Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
Fad Gadget,
The Seeds,
Make Up,
Max Romeo,
D'Angelo,
Ice-T,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang Starr,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camouflage,
John Lydon,
Black Pus,
Stetsasonic,
Roger Hodgson,
Iggy Pop,
The Techniques,
Scott Walker,
Oneida,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Essential Logic,
Toni Rubio,
Interpol,
F. McDonald,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Moss Icon,
ABBA,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Shuggie Otis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fear,
Warsaw,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Byrd,
Gichy Dan,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.