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 Slovakia 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nirvana to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Robert Wyatt,
Supertramp,
Alton Ellis,
Ludus,
Dawn Penn,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
AZ,
Erykah Badu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deakin,
The Detroit Cobras,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Golliwogs,
Lakeside,
Duran Duran,
Fela Kuti,
Scott Walker,
Eric Copeland,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Massinfluence,
Model 500,
Lalo Schifrin,
Peter and Kerry,
Aaron Thompson,
Iggy Pop,
Moby Grape,
One Last Wish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Maurizio,
Bronski Beat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bluetip,
Sarah Menescal,
Unwound,
Ken Boothe,
The Buckinghams,
Aloha Tigers,
FM Einheit,
Adolescents,
Yaz,
Swans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jerry's Kids,
The Shadows of Knight,
Colin Newman,
Joy Division,
Camouflage,
OOIOO,
Rekid,
Sällskapet,
The Last Poets,
The Associates,
Country Teasers,
Deepchord,
Interpol,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sugar Minott,
Ossler,
Skarface,
Swell Maps,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.