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 Mexico and from Manchester.
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 Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Sam Rivers to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
the Sonics,
Oblivians,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Desert Stars,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grey Daturas,
Zero Boys,
Bill Near,
The Beau Brummels,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cure,
The Invisible,
Masters at Work,
Kas Product,
The Mummies,
Scratch Acid,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brand Nubian,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Smoke,
Morten Harket,
Neu!,
Easy Going,
Ronan,
Kayak,
Lou Reed,
Marvin Gaye,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Essential Logic,
Icehouse,
Banda Bassotti,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Skatalites,
Chris Corsano,
Accadde A,
Index,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Detroit Cobras,
Byron Stingily,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cowsills,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Harry Pussy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Quantec,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Motions,
X-102,
Hardrive,
The Martian,
Eve St. Jones,
B.T. Express,
The Gories,
Surgeon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultra Naté,
Todd Terry,
Derrick Morgan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.