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 Bolivia and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Sam Rivers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Motions,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Don Cherry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Blossom Toes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Monochrome Set,
Barry Ungar,
Pantytec,
the Sonics,
Charles Mingus,
Theoretical Girls,
Slave,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kerri Chandler,
Amazonics,
Chrome,
U.S. Maple,
Dennis Brown,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Half Japanese,
cv313,
Angry Samoans,
Pierre Henry,
The Cowsills,
Sight & Sound,
Sarah Menescal,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wasted Youth,
Bronski Beat,
Agitation Free,
Tomorrow,
Patti Smith,
Soul II Soul,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minutemen,
Ponytail,
Byron Stingily,
Fugazi,
Make Up,
E-Dancer,
the Soft Cell,
Fat Boys,
The Litter,
The Slackers,
Youth Brigade,
Bush Tetras,
Marmalade,
Von Mondo,
The Mummies,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Electric Prunes,
MC5,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.