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 Thailand and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the grunge 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crooked Eye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang of Four,
Sandy B,
Sight & Sound,
Black Flag,
Mandrill,
Peter & Gordon,
Urselle,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Steve Hackett,
Harry Pussy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Archie Shepp,
The Leaves,
Spandau Ballet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Angels of Light,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barbara Tucker,
Smog,
Excepter,
Magazine,
Funky Four + One,
Zapp,
Television Personalities,
Subhumans,
Shoche,
Susan Cadogan,
Scott Walker,
Scion,
Public Enemy,
Nils Olav,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Thee Headcoats,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Martian,
Heaven 17,
Lungfish,
Sixth Finger,
Wire,
The Human League,
Royal Trux,
X-101,
Pantytec,
New Age Steppers,
The Dirtbombs,
Quantec,
Sam Rivers,
Schoolly D,
Youth Brigade,
R.M.O.,
The Remains,
Big Daddy Kane,
Quando Quango,
The Grass Roots,
The Slits,
Swans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Donald Byrd,
Cal Tjader,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.