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 Azerbaijan and from Bologna.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 D'Angelo to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Swell Maps,
Skriet,
K-Klass,
Jimmy McGriff,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Zapp,
The Black Dice,
The Gap Band,
Mandrill,
Yazoo,
Thompson Twins,
Hasil Adkins,
the Human League,
Kerri Chandler,
Gabor Szabo,
Outsiders,
Mo-Dettes,
Scratch Acid,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Glenn Branca,
Colin Newman,
Scion,
Nils Olav,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Main Source,
Joe Smooth,
The Skatalites,
Barclay James Harvest,
Public Enemy,
the Soft Cell,
Unwound,
The Slackers,
Desert Stars,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Heaven 17,
MC5,
The Real Kids,
Urselle,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gerry Rafferty,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rod Modell,
Eden Ahbez,
Jandek,
Marine Girls,
cv313,
Jacques Brel,
Piero Umiliani,
Symarip,
Bad Manners,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Con Funk Shun,
China Crisis,
Camouflage,
The Smiths,
Cecil Taylor,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.