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 Tajikistan and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Clear Light to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Scion,
The Associates,
Eli Mardock,
The Seeds,
48th St. Collective,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang of Four,
Carl Craig,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bush Tetras,
Clear Light,
Eric Dolphy,
Fluxion,
LL Cool J,
the Normal,
Cymande,
Maleditus Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marine Girls,
The Index,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Bar-Kays,
Eric Copeland,
The Saints,
The Victims,
Eddi Front,
UT,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Matthew Bourne,
DJ Sneak,
Index,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Intrusion,
Amon Düül,
Alphaville,
Lyres,
Adolescents,
Anakelly,
June Days,
Soulsonic Force,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wally Richardson,
ABBA,
Lower 48,
Minny Pops,
Lightning Bolt,
Royal Trux,
Oneida,
Black Flag,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rufus Thomas,
Erasure,
The Evens,
Cheater Slicks,
Deadbeat,
Nas,
CMW,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.