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 Equatorial Guinea and from Halifax.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Robert Görl to the disco 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Man Parrish,
Ituana,
Dead Boys,
Arcadia,
The Invisible,
June Days,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Davy DMX,
The Associates,
The Monochrome Set,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nik Kershaw,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rufus Thomas,
Loose Ends,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Duran Duran,
Marc Almond,
Ronnie Foster,
Monolake,
10cc,
Scientists,
The Knickerbockers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soul Sonic Force,
Josef K,
B.T. Express,
Audionom,
L. Decosne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Barrington Levy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Livin' Joy,
Patti Smith,
Neil Young,
Charles Mingus,
Vladislav Delay,
The Techniques,
Danielle Patucci,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lower 48,
Eric Dolphy,
The Velvet Underground,
Rekid,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Toasters,
The Barracudas,
Cymande,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
a-ha,
This Heat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brick,
Ronan,
New York Dolls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bluetip,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lungfish,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.