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 Poland and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Deadbeat to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Mad Mike,
Ronan,
Scott Walker,
Japan,
Franke,
Q and Not U,
Young Marble Giants,
Eden Ahbez,
Minnie Riperton,
The Busters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Q65,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eurythmics,
Brand Nubian,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Y Pants,
The Gories,
Hasil Adkins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Reuben Wilson,
the Association,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Grass Roots,
The Electric Prunes,
Erykah Badu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Patti Smith,
Tres Demented,
Lou Reed,
The Real Kids,
Moebius,
ABBA,
Qualms,
Prince Buster,
the Bar-Kays,
Eric Dolphy,
Section 25,
The Walker Brothers,
Deakin,
Bronski Beat,
Blancmange,
The Leaves,
CMW,
Rapeman,
Bang On A Can,
Stetsasonic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Evens,
Alphaville,
The Red Krayola,
The Blackbyrds,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Robert Görl,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Monolake,
Al Stewart,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Banda Bassotti,
Anthony Braxton,
Camouflage,
Scrapy,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.