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 Guatemala and from Stockholm.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Reagan Youth,
Prince Buster,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Christie,
Talk Talk,
Pulsallama,
Alphaville,
Rufus Thomas,
Neil Young,
Joensuu 1685,
Aswad,
The Walker Brothers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Theoretical Girls,
Tomorrow,
Monolake,
Negative Approach,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barry Ungar,
Smog,
Magma,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kayak,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Metal Thangz,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fuzztones,
Soulsonic Force,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pierre Henry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Amon Düül II,
The Blues Magoos,
Barbara Tucker,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brass Construction,
Porter Ricks,
Oblivians,
Niagra,
Donny Hathaway,
MC5,
Skaos,
Aloha Tigers,
The Flesh Eaters,
OOIOO,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
X-101,
Anakelly,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eurythmics,
Alison Limerick,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Iggy Pop,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dave Gahan,
Eric Copeland,
The Misunderstood,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.