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 Zimbabwe and from London.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Amon Düül II,
Q and Not U,
Thee Headcoats,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Womack,
Silicon Teens,
Mad Mike,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Skaos,
Bad Manners,
Tres Demented,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gichy Dan,
Fatback Band,
Josef K,
Black Pus,
Desert Stars,
Little Man,
Joey Negro,
Alphaville,
Bootsy Collins,
Lindisfarne,
Mission of Burma,
Scratch Acid,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Monks,
Easy Going,
Dual Sessions,
Y Pants,
Terry Callier,
Maleditus Sound,
The Moody Blues,
Nils Olav,
Index,
Heaven 17,
Buzzcocks,
The Electric Prunes,
The Associates,
The Skatalites,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Second Layer,
Minor Threat,
FM Einheit,
DNA,
Scion,
Iggy Pop,
Goldenarms,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
kango's stein massive,
Procol Harum,
Mr. Review,
Todd Rundgren,
The Star Department,
Eric Dolphy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Leonard Cohen,
LL Cool J,
The Young Rascals,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.