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 China and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marshall Jefferson,
Q65,
Crispy Ambulance,
Chrome,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang Gang Dance,
Carl Craig,
Lou Christie,
Average White Band,
Yazoo,
Interpol,
World's Most,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Malaria!,
Black Moon,
Nas,
La Düsseldorf,
Darondo,
Deakin,
Hasil Adkins,
The Durutti Column,
Funkadelic,
The Music Machine,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Vogues,
Joe Smooth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Matthew Halsall,
Hardrive,
The Pretty Things,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roy Ayers,
Johnny Clarke,
Brass Construction,
Sun Ra,
F. McDonald,
Flash Fearless,
The Grass Roots,
Livin' Joy,
cv313,
Clear Light,
Gang of Four,
Unwound,
Adolescents,
Kayak,
Rosa Yemen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Visage,
Ultimate Spinach,
Faraquet,
Scientists,
John Cale,
Moss Icon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Young Marble Giants,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.