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 Denmark and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the crunk 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
The Flesh Eaters,
FM Einheit,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Neil Young,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Theoretical Girls,
Moebius,
The Cure,
the Sonics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
David McCallum,
Simply Red,
Morten Harket,
The Slackers,
The Dead C,
Hot Snakes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Toni Rubio,
Kool Moe Dee,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Peter & Gordon,
Letta Mbulu,
Chris & Cosey,
Dark Day,
The Walker Brothers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Prince Buster,
the Germs,
Dawn Penn,
Rapeman,
The Kinks,
Donald Byrd,
The Pop Group,
The Last Poets,
Lalann,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Index,
Eddi Front,
Todd Terry,
Amazonics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pole,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Terry Callier,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tropical Tobacco,
Inner City,
Clear Light,
The Mojo Men,
Deadbeat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Q65,
Drexciya,
John Coltrane,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
a-ha,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Zeros,
Flamin' Groovies,
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.