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 Cambodia and from Copenhagen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fania All-Stars to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Ultra Naté,
Duran Duran,
Joensuu 1685,
Fear,
Pet Shop Boys,
Archie Shepp,
Echospace,
Gregory Isaacs,
Negative Approach,
Fat Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
Loose Ends,
Stetsasonic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Christie,
Simply Red,
Reuben Wilson,
the Normal,
Lightning Bolt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
June of 44,
The Vogues,
Drexciya,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Leaves,
Steve Hackett,
The Golliwogs,
A Certain Ratio,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Youth Brigade,
Jacob Miller,
Metal Thangz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Patti Smith,
Jeff Lynne,
Nik Kershaw,
Hot Snakes,
Boredoms,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Quantec,
Sarah Menescal,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Bar-Kays,
Joy Division,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Quando Quango,
B.T. Express,
Piero Umiliani,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Visage,
Soul Sonic Force,
Siglo XX,
Supertramp,
The Count Five,
Cluster,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
New Order,
Public Enemy,
Rotary Connection,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sexual Harrassment,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.