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 Mauritius and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
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 spring reverb 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 The Beau Brummels to the grunge 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
David Axelrod,
The Offenders,
Oneida,
Marc Almond,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lindisfarne,
Sixth Finger,
Newcleus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Monochrome Set,
Eurythmics,
Derrick Morgan,
The Associates,
Piero Umiliani,
The Raincoats,
Royal Trux,
Fear,
One Last Wish,
Arab on Radar,
Mission of Burma,
Mars,
The Monks,
The Neon Judgement,
AZ,
The Cowsills,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
F. McDonald,
Kevin Saunderson,
Loose Ends,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Slits,
The Wake,
Inner City,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gong,
OOIOO,
The J.B.'s,
Sun Ra,
Tears for Fears,
Throbbing Gristle,
Man Eating Sloth,
Chris Corsano,
Rufus Thomas,
Chris & Cosey,
Wally Richardson,
The Victims,
Delta 5,
The Modern Lovers,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Star Department,
Bad Manners,
Outsiders,
Monks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Index,
Jandek,
Amon Düül II,
Ponytail,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.