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 Mozambique and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the rock 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Donny Hathaway,
Sam Rivers,
Das Ding,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
D'Angelo,
Vainqueur,
Hoover,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Godley & Creme,
Rites of Spring,
Henry Cow,
The Golliwogs,
Matthew Halsall,
the Association,
F. McDonald,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
PIL,
Anakelly,
Flash Fearless,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gichy Dan,
Ronan,
Main Source,
Faust,
The Durutti Column,
Talk Talk,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joey Negro,
Anthony Braxton,
Qualms,
Roxy Music,
The Cowsills,
Man Parrish,
The Litter,
Average White Band,
Black Moon,
Grey Daturas,
Black Sheep,
Model 500,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
James Chance & The Contortions,
10cc,
Cybotron,
Mark Hollis,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mr. Review,
China Crisis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Motions,
Tommy Roe,
Monks,
Los Fastidios,
Au Pairs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Silicon Teens,
Angry Samoans,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.