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 Niger and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Yazoo,
Drexciya,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Divine Comedy,
The Five Americans,
Joe Finger,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
New Order,
Ice-T,
F. McDonald,
Nirvana,
The Human League,
Banda Bassotti,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cameo,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Bananas,
Hardrive,
Country Teasers,
Avey Tare,
kango's stein massive,
Pulsallama,
Adolescents,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Names,
Aaron Thompson,
Procol Harum,
Dawn Penn,
Little Man,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Walker Brothers,
The Mummies,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Swans,
Joy Division,
The Modern Lovers,
Ludus,
Barry Ungar,
Reuben Wilson,
Pylon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
U.S. Maple,
Carl Craig,
Sight & Sound,
Tommy Roe,
Piero Umiliani,
Barrington Levy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Graham Central Station,
Q and Not U,
Aloha Tigers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Essential Logic,
Donny Hathaway,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bang On A Can,
Newcleus,
Don Cherry,
Hot Snakes,
Gang of Four,
Minor Threat,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.