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 Armenia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 China Crisis to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Underground Resistance,
Mission of Burma,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tres Demented,
Lungfish,
Khruangbin,
Cymande,
The Offenders,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Saints,
The Trojans,
Royal Trux,
Dark Day,
Mary Jane Girls,
One Last Wish,
The Invisible,
Eric Copeland,
Deakin,
Ken Boothe,
Jimmy McGriff,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ronnie Foster,
Dawn Penn,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lalann,
Quantec,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fatback Band,
Max Romeo,
L. Decosne,
Black Sheep,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scan 7,
The Smoke,
Organ,
Buzzcocks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Shadows of Knight,
The United States of America,
Jerry's Kids,
John Foxx,
Reagan Youth,
Bluetip,
The Techniques,
The Sound,
Dead Boys,
Fela Kuti,
Fluxion,
Mars,
UT,
the Soft Cell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Buckinghams,
Gerry Rafferty,
Man Parrish,
The Stooges,
Scratch Acid,
Barrington Levy,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.