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 Italy and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes 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 The Barracudas to the grunge 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young 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 grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Circle Jerks,
Barrington Levy,
Boz Scaggs,
Motorama,
The Motions,
Skarface,
The Slackers,
Agitation Free,
Bauhaus,
The Knickerbockers,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Sherman,
Franke,
Jerry's Kids,
Thompson Twins,
The Monochrome Set,
Outsiders,
E-Dancer,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Moody Blues,
Wings,
Man Eating Sloth,
Zero Boys,
Mo-Dettes,
DJ Style,
Echospace,
John Lydon,
The Grass Roots,
Tres Demented,
Jawbox,
The Litter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lower 48,
Hardrive,
Henry Cow,
Panda Bear,
Index,
Hasil Adkins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Moss Icon,
The Fortunes,
Rotary Connection,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Alarm Clocks,
Main Source,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yellowson,
CMW,
Man Parrish,
The Raincoats,
Siglo XX,
Nils Olav,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Dirtbombs,
the Normal,
The J.B.'s,
Aloha Tigers,
Maleditus Sound,
The Stooges,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.