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 Montenegro and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Quantec to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Yazoo,
These Immortal Souls,
Brand Nubian,
Intrusion,
John Coltrane,
JFA,
Cal Tjader,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Motions,
The Star Department,
Dead Boys,
Carl Craig,
Gichy Dan,
Mo-Dettes,
Pere Ubu,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alton Ellis,
The Cramps,
Rapeman,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soft Machine,
Howard Jones,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fugs,
Qualms,
Barbara Tucker,
Crash Course in Science,
the Fania All-Stars,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fugazi,
Ice-T,
the Swans,
Angry Samoans,
Sonic Youth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Amon Düül,
Pantaleimon,
Prince Buster,
Fatback Band,
U.S. Maple,
AZ,
Deadbeat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Archie Shepp,
Lee Hazlewood,
Simply Red,
The Busters,
Excepter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Surgeon,
Moss Icon,
Los Fastidios,
Nico,
Rosa Yemen,
The Divine Comedy,
The Count Five,
Skriet,
Dennis Brown,
The Golliwogs,
Crooked Eye,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.