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 Tunisia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Monks to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fortunes,
Iggy Pop,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gladiators,
The Pop Group,
Suicide,
Country Teasers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Skatalites,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Christie,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kayak,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jawbox,
The Red Krayola,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roger Hodgson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kas Product,
The Modern Lovers,
Crime,
Inner City,
Deepchord,
X-101,
Accadde A,
Gang Green,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fall,
Rosa Yemen,
Spoonie Gee,
Easy Going,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Piero Umiliani,
Funky Four + One,
The Birthday Party,
Sister Nancy,
Soft Cell,
The Moody Blues,
Junior Murvin,
Black Moon,
Goldenarms,
Sex Pistols,
The Pretty Things,
Groovy Waters,
Little Man,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tropical Tobacco,
Judy Mowatt,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Shadows of Knight,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soulsonic Force,
F. McDonald,
Desert Stars,
Todd Terry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.