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 Uganda and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 David Bowie 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 Lalann to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
The Blues Magoos,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Index,
Sugar Minott,
Bauhaus,
Archie Shepp,
Man Parrish,
Dawn Penn,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Velvet Underground,
Roger Hodgson,
David Bowie,
Skaos,
AZ,
Black Sheep,
Lou Reed,
Subhumans,
Cybotron,
Boz Scaggs,
The Vogues,
Morten Harket,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Quantec,
The Doobie Brothers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Remains,
Mad Mike,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Japan,
Pole,
Skriet,
Black Moon,
The Modern Lovers,
Sarah Menescal,
Severed Heads,
Danielle Patucci,
Lalann,
Minutemen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Franke,
Sixth Finger,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Standells,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hoover,
Depeche Mode,
R.M.O.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Blackbyrds,
Eric Dolphy,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.