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 Slovenia and from Paris.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Nils Olav,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Sheep,
Pussy Galore,
the Bar-Kays,
DJ Sneak,
Ultra Naté,
Don Cherry,
Magazine,
Joe Finger,
Theoretical Girls,
The Smoke,
The New Christs,
Scientists,
Donny Hathaway,
Inner City,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Moss Icon,
Kurtis Blow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cal Tjader,
Yusef Lateef,
The Five Americans,
June of 44,
The Doors,
DJ Style,
Agent Orange,
Dennis Brown,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Morten Harket,
Sarah Menescal,
Freddie Wadling,
Sight & Sound,
Fatback Band,
Yazoo,
Make Up,
The Vogues,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bluetip,
10cc,
Fugazi,
Infiniti,
K-Klass,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soft Machine,
Kayak,
The Human League,
Eric Dolphy,
Easy Going,
Simply Red,
Loose Ends,
KRS-One,
Wolf Eyes,
The Skatalites,
Moebius,
Joe Smooth,
Faraquet,
The Red Krayola,
Brothers Johnson,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.