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 Macedonia and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Searchers to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Roger Hodgson,
Silicon Teens,
Archie Shepp,
Das Ding,
Nation of Ulysses,
Circle Jerks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rakim,
The Toasters,
Malaria!,
Flipper,
Dead Boys,
Crooked Eye,
Erasure,
Banda Bassotti,
Jacob Miller,
Darondo,
Laurel Aitken,
The Slits,
Soft Cell,
Idris Muhammad,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
New Age Steppers,
Harmonia,
Popol Vuh,
Isaac Hayes,
Arab on Radar,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minutemen,
FM Einheit,
Inner City,
Alison Limerick,
Ornette Coleman,
Susan Cadogan,
Neu!,
D'Angelo,
Wally Richardson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Q and Not U,
Crime,
F. McDonald,
Vladislav Delay,
The Human League,
Quantec,
Dual Sessions,
The Count Five,
Pierre Henry,
Average White Band,
Flash Fearless,
Juan Atkins,
Freddie Wadling,
Camberwell Now,
Nik Kershaw,
David Bowie,
Erykah Badu,
The Doors,
Colin Newman,
Unrelated Segments,
Outsiders,
Pharoah Sanders,
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.