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 Malaysia and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron 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 Boz Scaggs to the techno 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Gang Starr,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wire,
Nik Kershaw,
The Martian,
The Electric Prunes,
Television,
Half Japanese,
The Victims,
Drexciya,
Dead Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
Agitation Free,
Nico,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fugazi,
Pussy Galore,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The J.B.'s,
Connie Case,
Andrew Hill,
Sandy B,
Eddi Front,
Anakelly,
Aural Exciters,
The Neon Judgement,
Scott Walker,
John Coltrane,
cv313,
Danielle Patucci,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pantytec,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Five Americans,
Infiniti,
Oneida,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scratch Acid,
Franke,
The Gladiators,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bang On A Can,
The Gun Club,
Sound Behaviour,
John Lydon,
Alphaville,
Erykah Badu,
Faust,
The Evens,
The Happenings,
Excepter,
Black Sheep,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fuzztones,
Niagra,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.