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 Andorra and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 Donny Hathaway to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Sarah Menescal,
Sonic Youth,
Kenny Larkin,
Fat Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Delta 5,
Fela Kuti,
Piero Umiliani,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Association,
Michelle Simonal,
Second Layer,
Kayak,
Oblivians,
Rakim,
Kurtis Blow,
The Angels of Light,
Nils Olav,
The Seeds,
DNA,
Eve St. Jones,
Mary Jane Girls,
Depeche Mode,
Eurythmics,
Underground Resistance,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Byrd,
Todd Terry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nick Fraelich,
The Star Department,
The Cure,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Names,
Radiohead,
La Düsseldorf,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Panda Bear,
Erykah Badu,
The Associates,
Stereo Dub,
New Age Steppers,
Rosa Yemen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Swans,
U.S. Maple,
Minutemen,
This Heat,
Patti Smith,
Quando Quango,
Desert Stars,
Bad Manners,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Normal,
Tomorrow,
Joy Division,
The United States of America,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.