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 Dominican Republic and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Country Teasers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soulsonic Force,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deadbeat,
Gang Green,
Matthew Bourne,
Japan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bill Wells,
The Residents,
Robert Hood,
Jacob Miller,
Brick,
Matthew Halsall,
Young Marble Giants,
Amazonics,
The Vogues,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Altered Images,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Spoonie Gee,
Delta 5,
Bad Manners,
Carl Craig,
Los Fastidios,
Nico,
Moebius,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cecil Taylor,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Dead C,
A Certain Ratio,
Eurythmics,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tommy Roe,
The Last Poets,
The Real Kids,
Urselle,
Dorothy Ashby,
D'Angelo,
Oblivians,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Tremeloes,
Minny Pops,
Essential Logic,
Mandrill,
Byron Stingily,
The American Breed,
David Axelrod,
Brand Nubian,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cybotron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Organ,
Alphaville,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.