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 Monaco and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord 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 Bill Near to the electroclash 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Boz Scaggs,
Patti Smith,
Aaron Thompson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Litter,
The Young Rascals,
Pantaleimon,
Sex Pistols,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Mummies,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scott Walker,
Buzzcocks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Golliwogs,
Youth Brigade,
The Gun Club,
Schoolly D,
Au Pairs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Five Americans,
The Barracudas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pagans,
Sugar Minott,
Archie Shepp,
Max Romeo,
The Gladiators,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Severed Heads,
B.T. Express,
Flipper,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Smiths,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jeff Mills,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marc Almond,
Essential Logic,
Wings,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sight & Sound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
June Days,
Davy DMX,
James White and The Blacks,
Bad Manners,
Steve Hackett,
Ten City,
Soul II Soul,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fall,
Rod Modell,
Section 25,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mark Hollis,
The Angels of Light,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.