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 Bulgaria and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Kenny Larkin to the dance 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a chamberlin 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 rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mad Mike,
Roxette,
Susan Cadogan,
Sällskapet,
Cameo,
Oneida,
Juan Atkins,
Bad Manners,
Nation of Ulysses,
Byron Stingily,
Kenny Larkin,
Roxy Music,
Suicide,
Fort Wilson Riot,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Index,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Godley & Creme,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rod Modell,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cluster,
AZ,
World's Most,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Associates,
June Days,
Sparks,
Make Up,
Dual Sessions,
Aural Exciters,
Kurtis Blow,
The Invisible,
Absolute Body Control,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Stooges,
Erasure,
Sonny Sharrock,
Avey Tare,
Harry Pussy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Moby Grape,
Surgeon,
The Fortunes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Von Mondo,
Skaos,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tim Buckley,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aswad,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Sherman,
The Detroit Cobras,
Parry Music,
The Neon Judgement,
X-102,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.