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 Dominica and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
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 theremin 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 The Doors to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
The Walker Brothers,
Vainqueur,
Eric Dolphy,
Metal Thangz,
The Doors,
Echospace,
Magazine,
Dual Sessions,
Sam Rivers,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Remains,
Angry Samoans,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Real Kids,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Skriet,
Harmonia,
Blake Baxter,
Khruangbin,
Danielle Patucci,
Thompson Twins,
Simply Red,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bang On A Can,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Monolake,
Unrelated Segments,
Pere Ubu,
Reuben Wilson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fear,
Aswad,
the Bar-Kays,
Accadde A,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Circle Jerks,
Royal Trux,
Faust,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Average White Band,
Alice Coltrane,
New Age Steppers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pylon,
Mad Mike,
Joey Negro,
The Selecter,
The New Christs,
Marc Almond,
Main Source,
Hasil Adkins,
cv313,
Pantytec,
The Smoke,
Minny Pops,
Quadrant,
Wolf Eyes,
Supertramp,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.