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 Brunei and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar 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 Tremeloes to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joe Smooth,
The Barracudas,
DJ Sneak,
Easy Going,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Gap Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Bang On A Can,
Althea and Donna,
Cheater Slicks,
Scrapy,
Jacques Brel,
Cecil Taylor,
Iggy Pop,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Banda Bassotti,
Crash Course in Science,
Brand Nubian,
The Dave Clark Five,
Oblivians,
Yusef Lateef,
The Associates,
Bobby Womack,
The Cramps,
Janne Schatter,
Alphaville,
Essential Logic,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bluetip,
Lower 48,
T. Rex,
OOIOO,
Eve St. Jones,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Wake,
Skaos,
The Sonics,
Qualms,
Eurythmics,
Shoche,
Faust,
Gang Gang Dance,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Selecter,
Interpol,
Depeche Mode,
Oneida,
Erasure,
Index,
Main Source,
The Names,
Soft Machine,
Lee Hazlewood,
Altered Images,
Cal Tjader,
Tommy Roe,
Hot Snakes,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.