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 San Marino and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer 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 Peter and Kerry to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Masters at Work,
Radio Birdman,
Graham Central Station,
Blancmange,
Niagra,
The Techniques,
Soft Cell,
The Knickerbockers,
Skaos,
The Fuzztones,
DJ Style,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Searchers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Urselle,
Dawn Penn,
Qualms,
Silicon Teens,
Matthew Bourne,
New York Dolls,
Max Romeo,
the Slits,
Henry Cow,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Moon,
Harmonia,
Charles Mingus,
the Association,
Motorama,
a-ha,
Terry Callier,
Lebanon Hanover,
Average White Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Ohio Players,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Juan Atkins,
Rotary Connection,
Simply Red,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cecil Taylor,
The Skatalites,
Slave,
Panda Bear,
Todd Rundgren,
Absolute Body Control,
Technova,
Sonic Youth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Flamin' Groovies,
Second Layer,
the Soft Cell,
Gichy Dan,
Dennis Brown,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Procol Harum,
The Blackbyrds,
kango's stein massive,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.