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 Chad and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba 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 Roxy Music to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Skaos,
48th St. Collective,
Saccharine Trust,
Flash Fearless,
Accadde A,
Cecil Taylor,
Sixth Finger,
Nils Olav,
Echospace,
Lungfish,
Minnie Riperton,
Tommy Roe,
Rakim,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Y Pants,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Symarip,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Blackbyrds,
Subhumans,
Sparks,
Bob Dylan,
Lakeside,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Josef K,
Crash Course in Science,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nirvana,
Joey Negro,
Index,
Qualms,
The Dirtbombs,
Marvin Gaye,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Girls At Our Best!,
Oneida,
Roxy Music,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Moon,
Young Marble Giants,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tom Boy,
Harry Pussy,
The Smiths,
New Age Steppers,
Drexciya,
Japan,
The Velvet Underground,
Erasure,
Desert Stars,
Goldenarms,
Bronski Beat,
The Neon Judgement,
Kas Product,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fatback Band,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.