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 East Timor and from Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro 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 Slits to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minny Pops,
Deepchord,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fad Gadget,
The Human League,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Royal Trux,
Pylon,
Los Fastidios,
The Fuzztones,
Monolake,
Rotary Connection,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Moon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jeff Lynne,
Aloha Tigers,
Eric Copeland,
Joy Division,
Camouflage,
Cluster,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eden Ahbez,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
June Days,
Can,
Urselle,
John Foxx,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Altered Images,
Drexciya,
Dark Day,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grey Daturas,
Bluetip,
Stetsasonic,
New Age Steppers,
Kas Product,
Crash Course in Science,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Skatalites,
Marshall Jefferson,
Amon Düül II,
Parry Music,
Darondo,
Sight & Sound,
Flash Fearless,
Nico,
Eurythmics,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
The New Christs,
Alice Coltrane,
Gichy Dan,
Aswad,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Reed,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Derrick Morgan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Slackers,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.