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 Australia and from Woodstock.
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 Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar 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 Ralphi Rosario to the grime 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Crooked Eye,
The Saints,
Matthew Bourne,
Isaac Hayes,
Surgeon,
Alice Coltrane,
Ornette Coleman,
Chris & Cosey,
Adolescents,
Judy Mowatt,
Henry Cow,
Pantytec,
The Count Five,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tears for Fears,
DNA,
Andrew Hill,
Alphaville,
Maleditus Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
John Coltrane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Porter Ricks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Moody Blues,
Animal Collective,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lower 48,
Simply Red,
The Gladiators,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Birthday Party,
Soulsonic Force,
MDC,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Television Personalities,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roxette,
8 Eyed Spy,
Blancmange,
Aloha Tigers,
Arthur Verocai,
Juan Atkins,
Can,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Sheep,
B.T. Express,
Sonic Youth,
The Move,
Albert Ayler,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.