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 Nauru and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Interpol to the jazz 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
The United States of America,
48th St. Collective,
Tommy Roe,
The Happenings,
The Star Department,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
kango's stein massive,
Byron Stingily,
Bill Near,
Siglo XX,
LL Cool J,
Pylon,
Ohio Players,
The Residents,
Minutemen,
Faust,
The Monochrome Set,
Monks,
Ten City,
Rakim,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
A Certain Ratio,
DJ Sneak,
Outsiders,
Ash Ra Tempel,
10cc,
Yellowson,
Soft Cell,
Robert Hood,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Josef K,
The Smiths,
Eve St. Jones,
The Techniques,
Talk Talk,
China Crisis,
R.M.O.,
Mission of Burma,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Boz Scaggs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jerry's Kids,
Dorothy Ashby,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ice-T,
Yazoo,
Fluxion,
Brick,
Khruangbin,
Toni Rubio,
Pussy Galore,
Popol Vuh,
Maleditus Sound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tom Boy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brass Construction,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sister Nancy,
Nico,
Johnny Clarke,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.