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 Greece and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar 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 kango's stein massive to the crunk 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Avey Tare,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Motions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
X-Ray Spex,
Parry Music,
Crime,
the Slits,
Ludus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Johnny Clarke,
Clear Light,
The Pretty Things,
Electric Prunes,
Iggy Pop,
Big Daddy Kane,
kango's stein massive,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Infiniti,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Procol Harum,
Flash Fearless,
R.M.O.,
Derrick May,
Lou Christie,
Young Marble Giants,
Second Layer,
Ituana,
Stereo Dub,
Max Romeo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Von Mondo,
PIL,
Ronan,
The Electric Prunes,
Cecil Taylor,
Urselle,
Sam Rivers,
Chris Corsano,
Mr. Review,
This Heat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sällskapet,
Wings,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Remains,
The Raincoats,
Kurtis Blow,
Letta Mbulu,
Jandek,
Dawn Penn,
F. McDonald,
Average White Band,
June Days,
Qualms,
One Last Wish,
Bill Near,
Hot Snakes,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.