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 Laos and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Soft Machine to the funk 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Fatback Band,
PIL,
Avey Tare,
Pantaleimon,
Can,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mandrill,
Boredoms,
The Gun Club,
The Cowsills,
Peter & Gordon,
Dawn Penn,
Parry Music,
Duran Duran,
The Neon Judgement,
Robert Görl,
One Last Wish,
Reagan Youth,
L. Decosne,
The Angels of Light,
The Sound,
Section 25,
The Smoke,
MDC,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Moss Icon,
Barbara Tucker,
Godley & Creme,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aloha Tigers,
The Smiths,
Smog,
Camouflage,
Fat Boys,
Franke,
The Blues Magoos,
Marvin Gaye,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ituana,
The Detroit Cobras,
Interpol,
Thompson Twins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ludus,
Aswad,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang Green,
Sonny Sharrock,
Robert Wyatt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nas,
Ponytail,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
R.M.O.,
Matthew Bourne,
Swans,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.