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 Iceland and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Birthday Party to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller 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?
The American Breed,
Brick,
Hot Snakes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Visage,
Joyce Sims,
Soul II Soul,
The Wake,
Gang Starr,
The Tremeloes,
Charles Mingus,
Second Layer,
Jeff Lynne,
T.S.O.L.,
The Invisible,
The Knickerbockers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Simply Red,
World's Most,
Rapeman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Zeros,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gong,
Warsaw,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Skatalites,
Byron Stingily,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Slackers,
David McCallum,
The Dead C,
the Bar-Kays,
Minny Pops,
The Gories,
Alton Ellis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roy Ayers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Womack,
The Real Kids,
JFA,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joe Smooth,
The Gladiators,
The Doors,
Isaac Hayes,
EPMD,
Amon Düül,
Pagans,
The Smiths,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
New York Dolls,
Magazine,
X-101,
Soft Cell,
Neil Young,
The Raincoats,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Supertramp,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.