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 Togo and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 The Moody Blues to the grime 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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Robert Hood,
The Dave Clark Five,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The New Christs,
Jawbox,
Nils Olav,
Absolute Body Control,
Ohio Players,
Delta 5,
Wasted Youth,
Oneida,
Jacques Brel,
Mr. Review,
Smog,
Panda Bear,
Deakin,
Spoonie Gee,
Camouflage,
Eden Ahbez,
Man Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Real Kids,
Ultra Naté,
The Raincoats,
Eddi Front,
Cameo,
Warren Ellis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pantaleimon,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gap Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
New Age Steppers,
Adolescents,
Robert Görl,
The Detroit Cobras,
Infiniti,
Sister Nancy,
Kevin Saunderson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Main Source,
Mars,
The Wake,
Johnny Osbourne,
Audionom,
Hardrive,
Faust,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fugazi,
Bobby Womack,
Laurel Aitken,
Alphaville,
This Heat,
The Sonics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
June Days,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.