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 Bhutan 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Boredoms to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mandrill,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Public Enemy,
the Association,
The Selecter,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Swans,
The Fire Engines,
X-Ray Spex,
Scan 7,
Glenn Branca,
Darondo,
Mad Mike,
The Mojo Men,
Niagra,
Skarface,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Moby Grape,
Carl Craig,
Todd Terry,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cramps,
Glambeats Corp.,
OOIOO,
Gastr Del Sol,
Reuben Wilson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Normal,
Lalann,
Slick Rick,
Hoover,
Lou Christie,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ten City,
10cc,
Judy Mowatt,
The Smiths,
The Detroit Cobras,
Godley & Creme,
The Star Department,
Underground Resistance,
China Crisis,
Sam Rivers,
Babytalk,
Urselle,
The Fortunes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wasted Youth,
Talk Talk,
Arab on Radar,
Main Source,
Avey Tare,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gerry Rafferty,
Chris & Cosey,
John Lydon,
Black Bananas,
Heaven 17,
Traffic Nightmare,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.