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 Swaziland and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator 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 The Zeros to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Mandrill,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Livin' Joy,
Ken Boothe,
Gregory Isaacs,
Donny Hathaway,
The Star Department,
Jerry's Kids,
Rakim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bush Tetras,
The Fugs,
Fat Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Magazine,
Agitation Free,
The Techniques,
Bobby Byrd,
Thompson Twins,
E-Dancer,
Hasil Adkins,
The Offenders,
Main Source,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soul Sonic Force,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Supertramp,
Boz Scaggs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Peter and Kerry,
The Zeros,
Das Ding,
Wings,
The Leaves,
Barry Ungar,
Schoolly D,
Chris & Cosey,
Subhumans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Robert Görl,
Slick Rick,
Talk Talk,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sound Behaviour,
Simply Red,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cure,
Audionom,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Index,
Amon Düül II,
Minor Threat,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Arcadia,
Popol Vuh,
The Stooges,
Shoche,
Infiniti,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.