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 Rwanda and from Manila.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gichy Dan to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Byron Stingily,
Jeff Lynne,
Index,
Danielle Patucci,
DNA,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Knickerbockers,
Grey Daturas,
Gabor Szabo,
The New Christs,
Skarface,
Sällskapet,
Bill Wells,
Negative Approach,
Dennis Brown,
Kool Moe Dee,
U.S. Maple,
Cal Tjader,
The Moleskins,
Zero Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Sherman,
Jawbox,
Joey Negro,
Drexciya,
Fugazi,
Alphaville,
China Crisis,
Oneida,
Porter Ricks,
Slave,
Bang On A Can,
Grauzone,
Ronnie Foster,
Chris & Cosey,
Quando Quango,
Niagra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Amon Düül,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cure,
The Music Machine,
Duran Duran,
Clear Light,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eden Ahbez,
Icehouse,
Terry Callier,
JFA,
Little Man,
The Trojans,
The Cowsills,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Loose Ends,
Isaac Hayes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Evens,
Fela Kuti,
James White and The Blacks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.