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 Croatia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 One Last Wish to the rock 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
John Coltrane,
The Techniques,
The Fire Engines,
Barclay James Harvest,
One Last Wish,
Quando Quango,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Slackers,
Peter and Kerry,
Sun City Girls,
Qualms,
Johnny Osbourne,
Blancmange,
Flamin' Groovies,
Audionom,
the Normal,
Popol Vuh,
The Happenings,
Susan Cadogan,
Wally Richardson,
The American Breed,
Arthur Verocai,
The Neon Judgement,
Panda Bear,
Aaron Thompson,
D'Angelo,
Slave,
Eurythmics,
The Invisible,
Siglo XX,
Cybotron,
Sugar Minott,
Al Stewart,
Black Pus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Smoke,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cymande,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The J.B.'s,
10cc,
Can,
Kerrie Biddell,
Maurizio,
Depeche Mode,
Jacob Miller,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Divine Comedy,
James White and The Blacks,
Junior Murvin,
Tim Buckley,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barrington Levy,
Zero Boys,
Hot Snakes,
The Sound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.