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 Indonesia and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 E-Dancer to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
The Mojo Men,
a-ha,
Erasure,
The Mummies,
Crime,
Hasil Adkins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Duran Duran,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
D'Angelo,
The J.B.'s,
Gong,
Suburban Knight,
Deadbeat,
Saccharine Trust,
The Black Dice,
Flamin' Groovies,
Judy Mowatt,
The Buckinghams,
Siglo XX,
the Sonics,
Deepchord,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Oblivians,
Electric Prunes,
Eve St. Jones,
Robert Hood,
The American Breed,
Eric Copeland,
Matthew Halsall,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alton Ellis,
Eurythmics,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mr. Review,
Jandek,
Sam Rivers,
Sparks,
Gang Gang Dance,
AZ,
Mantronix,
Althea and Donna,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Graham Central Station,
Audionom,
The Angels of Light,
Joyce Sims,
The Index,
Pylon,
the Slits,
Roger Hodgson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Frankie Knuckles,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.