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 Monaco and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin 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 Durutti Column to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Moby Grape,
Icehouse,
Jandek,
The Stooges,
Pole,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Zeros,
Y Pants,
Terry Callier,
kango's stein massive,
The Neon Judgement,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Shoche,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Vainqueur,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pere Ubu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Young Rascals,
CMW,
Franke,
MDC,
The Durutti Column,
Mo-Dettes,
Ohio Players,
Leonard Cohen,
Lalo Schifrin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Count Five,
Zero Boys,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Christie,
Todd Terry,
World's Most,
Parry Music,
Youth Brigade,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Los Fastidios,
Yusef Lateef,
The Monks,
Dawn Penn,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Morten Harket,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Vogues,
Royal Trux,
Jacob Miller,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alice Coltrane,
The Busters,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Whodini,
The Selecter,
The Names,
Rufus Thomas,
Rekid,
Oneida,
Porter Ricks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.