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 Cyprus and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Little Man to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crooked Eye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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 Gang Dance,
Pylon,
The Moody Blues,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kerri Chandler,
Bronski Beat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Zero Boys,
Neil Young,
Lou Christie,
Stereo Dub,
Dawn Penn,
The Durutti Column,
Quando Quango,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gories,
Alphaville,
Crime,
Fugazi,
Absolute Body Control,
Alice Coltrane,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Byrd,
The Skatalites,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Pretty Things,
Peter & Gordon,
Theoretical Girls,
Reagan Youth,
Kenny Larkin,
Model 500,
Crash Course in Science,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Amazonics,
Lower 48,
Panda Bear,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Modern Lovers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Au Pairs,
The Moleskins,
June Days,
A Certain Ratio,
Newcleus,
The Neon Judgement,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Intrusion,
Rhythm & Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tom Boy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
New Order,
Cluster,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Niagra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Don Cherry,
Unwound,
Tubeway Army,
Rekid,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.