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 Yemen and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Young Rascals to the funk 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
The Red Krayola,
The Fall,
Siglo XX,
The Gories,
The Happenings,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mantronix,
The Star Department,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Pretty Things,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mandrill,
Tubeway Army,
UT,
Pulsallama,
Alphaville,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang Gang Dance,
Essential Logic,
Soft Cell,
Loose Ends,
Susan Cadogan,
Blake Baxter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Camberwell Now,
Fat Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Move,
Charles Mingus,
Joensuu 1685,
Girls At Our Best!,
Schoolly D,
Con Funk Shun,
Mission of Burma,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The New Christs,
Kurtis Blow,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eddi Front,
X-Ray Spex,
Anthony Braxton,
Pagans,
Supertramp,
Alison Limerick,
Gabor Szabo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Faust,
Delon & Dalcan,
Procol Harum,
Vainqueur,
Avey Tare,
Zapp,
Fugazi,
Amon Düül II,
Dual Sessions,
Soul II Soul,
Arab on Radar,
Scratch Acid,
Kaleidoscope,
Hardrive,
Erykah Badu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.