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 Malawi and from Jakarta.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Boz Scaggs,
T.S.O.L.,
The Leaves,
The Move,
New Age Steppers,
Robert Görl,
Bad Manners,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Slave,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Index,
June Days,
Technova,
Tres Demented,
Excepter,
Icehouse,
L. Decosne,
ABBA,
Joy Division,
K-Klass,
the Association,
Matthew Bourne,
Archie Shepp,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marine Girls,
Jawbox,
Delta 5,
Lee Hazlewood,
Steve Hackett,
Scan 7,
Stiv Bators,
cv313,
Kerri Chandler,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Searchers,
The Fortunes,
Man Parrish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Negative Approach,
Todd Terry,
Ultra Naté,
Lungfish,
Basic Channel,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cheater Slicks,
ABC,
Jerry's Kids,
Minnie Riperton,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Iggy Pop,
Depeche Mode,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Coltrane,
The Black Dice,
Can,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.