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 Equatorial Guinea and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Aaron Thompson to the grime 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
The Mojo Men,
The Cosmic Jokers,
kango's stein massive,
Ituana,
Tom Boy,
KRS-One,
The Seeds,
Underground Resistance,
The Searchers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Index,
Altered Images,
The Neon Judgement,
Royal Trux,
Reuben Wilson,
Barrington Levy,
Average White Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Moon,
James White and The Blacks,
The Techniques,
Max Romeo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kas Product,
Buzzcocks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Pop Group,
John Coltrane,
Quantec,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sex Pistols,
Popol Vuh,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lalo Schifrin,
Y Pants,
Carl Craig,
Yaz,
The Last Poets,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bill Near,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Heaven 17,
The Slackers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Avey Tare,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wings,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kurtis Blow,
Crispian St. Peters,
Steve Hackett,
Swell Maps,
Lightning Bolt,
Sight & Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Khruangbin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Monks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gerry Rafferty,
Flash Fearless,
Derrick Morgan,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.