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 Niger and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare 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 Monks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Robert Wyatt,
The Music Machine,
Dual Sessions,
The Real Kids,
The Associates,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Tremeloes,
The Happenings,
Unrelated Segments,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Andrew Hill,
The Index,
Das Ding,
Derrick Morgan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dawn Penn,
Sam Rivers,
The Dirtbombs,
Unwound,
Rapeman,
Moss Icon,
Freddie Wadling,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mars,
Desert Stars,
Wings,
Newcleus,
Gang of Four,
Smog,
Johnny Clarke,
Sixth Finger,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Zero Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
Althea and Donna,
Jeru the Damaja,
Supertramp,
Lou Reed,
Section 25,
Hashim,
Maleditus Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bill Near,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hasil Adkins,
Sandy B,
Ponytail,
David Axelrod,
The Pretty Things,
Technova,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Robert Hood,
Sugar Minott,
Fatback Band,
Interpol,
Pet Shop Boys,
Josef K,
Lyres,
Deadbeat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.