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 Ukraine and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes 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 David Axelrod to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Camberwell Now,
Mars,
Sister Nancy,
Prince Buster,
Tears for Fears,
Mo-Dettes,
Letta Mbulu,
Das Ding,
Icehouse,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Motorama,
Josef K,
The Smiths,
Jandek,
Roy Ayers,
A Certain Ratio,
The Moody Blues,
Ponytail,
Bad Manners,
Suburban Knight,
Yusef Lateef,
Pagans,
The Selecter,
Fatback Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
8 Eyed Spy,
10cc,
The Skatalites,
Quantec,
The Offenders,
Bronski Beat,
Second Layer,
Warren Ellis,
F. McDonald,
The United States of America,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
a-ha,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Television Personalities,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pantytec,
Hardrive,
Bobby Byrd,
Sarah Menescal,
Chris & Cosey,
The Sound,
Gang Green,
Pantaleimon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Monochrome Set,
Schoolly D,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Divine Comedy,
Cheater Slicks,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.