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 Georgia and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Franke 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 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
The Fuzztones,
AZ,
Yaz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Popol Vuh,
Infiniti,
Janne Schatter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Byron Stingily,
Quando Quango,
MDC,
The J.B.'s,
Bronski Beat,
Wings,
Fela Kuti,
48th St. Collective,
Roxette,
Dawn Penn,
The Neon Judgement,
Eve St. Jones,
Boz Scaggs,
Godley & Creme,
Tubeway Army,
Section 25,
the Fania All-Stars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Porter Ricks,
The Busters,
Al Stewart,
X-101,
Yellowson,
H. Thieme,
Maleditus Sound,
T. Rex,
Laurel Aitken,
This Heat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Human League,
The Tremeloes,
X-102,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Flipper,
DJ Style,
Nik Kershaw,
Howard Jones,
Cabaret Voltaire,
L. Decosne,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Slits,
Ludus,
DNA,
Au Pairs,
Moebius,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scion,
Public Image Ltd.,
Prince Buster,
The Doobie Brothers,
Arcadia,
Con Funk Shun,
Brothers Johnson,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.