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 Algeria and from Lyon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer 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 The Vogues to the techno 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Birthday Party,
Roy Ayers,
Make Up,
Brand Nubian,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Silicon Teens,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ponytail,
Toni Rubio,
The Mojo Men,
Swell Maps,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bluetip,
Janne Schatter,
Marvin Gaye,
Lyres,
The Buckinghams,
Lalann,
The Trojans,
Angry Samoans,
Terry Callier,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Goldenarms,
The Invisible,
X-101,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lungfish,
The Saints,
Wasted Youth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Swans,
Shoche,
Clear Light,
Popol Vuh,
Moss Icon,
Junior Murvin,
Neil Young,
Aural Exciters,
Yusef Lateef,
Japan,
The Names,
Can,
Faust,
CMW,
Rites of Spring,
Index,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Television,
Bizarre Inc.,
Model 500,
Franke,
Excepter,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Gap Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Christie,
Nirvana,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.