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 India and from Mumbai.
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 Mumbai and Manila.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Patti Smith to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scientists,
Sam Rivers,
Flipper,
Nation of Ulysses,
Model 500,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Sherman,
Nik Kershaw,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lalann,
Altered Images,
Susan Cadogan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Suburban Knight,
Little Man,
Eric Copeland,
Hashim,
Agent Orange,
Drexciya,
Hardrive,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Babytalk,
Severed Heads,
The Red Krayola,
Arab on Radar,
One Last Wish,
Lungfish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Neil Young,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Procol Harum,
Brothers Johnson,
Chrome,
Young Marble Giants,
MDC,
Oblivians,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang of Four,
Crooked Eye,
Schoolly D,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eric Dolphy,
Ten City,
Deakin,
Minutemen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cal Tjader,
Magma,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sex Pistols,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Idris Muhammad,
Q and Not U,
Panda Bear,
Half Japanese,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.