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 Kazakhstan and from Lille.
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 Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Television to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
China Crisis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Doors,
Traffic Nightmare,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jeff Lynne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lalann,
Todd Terry,
The Gories,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Suburban Knight,
Tears for Fears,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Moby Grape,
Reagan Youth,
R.M.O.,
The Pretty Things,
Rites of Spring,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Echospace,
Jacques Brel,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alison Limerick,
Qualms,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
ABC,
Barry Ungar,
The Trojans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sight & Sound,
Connie Case,
Hardrive,
Sandy B,
Nik Kershaw,
Marshall Jefferson,
Danielle Patucci,
The Dave Clark Five,
Chris Corsano,
The Moleskins,
Circle Jerks,
Kurtis Blow,
Zapp,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Litter,
Rekid,
Cluster,
Barrington Levy,
Jacob Miller,
The Blackbyrds,
The Velvet Underground,
Max Romeo,
the Bar-Kays,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sun Ra,
Stetsasonic,
Jeff Mills,
Minor Threat,
Simply Red,
Cymande,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.