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 Laos and from Delhi.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Japan,
World's Most,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Seeds,
Bluetip,
UT,
Todd Rundgren,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Juan Atkins,
The Birthday Party,
Crispian St. Peters,
EPMD,
Vainqueur,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
New Age Steppers,
Cluster,
Fear,
Alice Coltrane,
Marine Girls,
Slick Rick,
Siglo XX,
Moebius,
L. Decosne,
Jeff Lynne,
Pantytec,
Agent Orange,
Eden Ahbez,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang Green,
Kerri Chandler,
Ultra Naté,
The Misunderstood,
Thee Headcoats,
Traffic Nightmare,
Underground Resistance,
Cymande,
Talk Talk,
a-ha,
Massinfluence,
Robert Wyatt,
Darondo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
James White and The Blacks,
The American Breed,
June Days,
The Walker Brothers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pharoah Sanders,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
David Bowie,
Jacques Brel,
Schoolly D,
Flash Fearless,
Banda Bassotti,
Anakelly,
David McCallum,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.