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 Hungary and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum 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 Infiniti to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Basic Channel,
Second Layer,
Ornette Coleman,
LL Cool J,
Al Stewart,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Golliwogs,
Jerry's Kids,
Stereo Dub,
Danielle Patucci,
Grey Daturas,
Camberwell Now,
The Cure,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Urselle,
Loose Ends,
Sight & Sound,
Surgeon,
New York Dolls,
Rakim,
Crime,
10cc,
Josef K,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ponytail,
Lucky Dragons,
Suburban Knight,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lalann,
Eli Mardock,
Blancmange,
Niagra,
Fela Kuti,
Y Pants,
Jeff Lynne,
The Techniques,
Henry Cow,
Warsaw,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Martian,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mo-Dettes,
Crash Course in Science,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Grass Roots,
Byron Stingily,
Whodini,
Intrusion,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
R.M.O.,
Blossom Toes,
Young Marble Giants,
DJ Style,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eric Dolphy,
Ossler,
Symarip,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.