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 Luxembourg 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the guitar 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 Donny Hathaway to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Mojo Men,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ralphi Rosario,
DNA,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cure,
Gichy Dan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ten City,
Fear,
Aaron Thompson,
Schoolly D,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Velvet Underground,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Main Source,
Cecil Taylor,
the Soft Cell,
Wings,
Man Parrish,
Flash Fearless,
The Flesh Eaters,
The United States of America,
LL Cool J,
Mandrill,
Swans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Thee Headcoats,
Neu!,
Underground Resistance,
Nico,
Soul II Soul,
Eli Mardock,
Idris Muhammad,
Bauhaus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Average White Band,
AZ,
Theoretical Girls,
F. McDonald,
Yusef Lateef,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Modern Lovers,
Bang On A Can,
Subhumans,
Agitation Free,
Sparks,
Leonard Cohen,
The Cowsills,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Womack,
Make Up,
Joensuu 1685,
Skarface,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deakin,
Bad Manners,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.