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 Paraguay and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet 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 Bobby Womack to the dance 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Grauzone,
Quadrant,
Iggy Pop,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lakeside,
Piero Umiliani,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Blackbyrds,
The Gladiators,
Skarface,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Robert Wyatt,
Minor Threat,
Fela Kuti,
Sällskapet,
Tears for Fears,
Tres Demented,
Suburban Knight,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scratch Acid,
Pet Shop Boys,
10cc,
Pylon,
The Pretty Things,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang of Four,
Ituana,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Thee Headcoats,
Franke,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dawn Penn,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Gap Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Vainqueur,
Funky Four + One,
Rekid,
Clear Light,
Zapp,
Liliput,
Oblivians,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Moody Blues,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Oneida,
The Toasters,
Stiv Bators,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Basic Channel,
The Busters,
Derrick Morgan,
Nico,
Andrew Hill,
Nirvana,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Byrd,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.