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 Tunisia and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Robert Görl to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Michelle Simonal,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dual Sessions,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bang On A Can,
Moss Icon,
The Leaves,
Interpol,
Carl Craig,
cv313,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Juan Atkins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Trojans,
Ossler,
Flash Fearless,
Barbara Tucker,
JFA,
Darondo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pere Ubu,
Junior Murvin,
Lakeside,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Remains,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scion,
Patti Smith,
Joyce Sims,
Mantronix,
Slave,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nik Kershaw,
Eurythmics,
Albert Ayler,
Nils Olav,
The Blues Magoos,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Davy DMX,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scrapy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roy Ayers,
Main Source,
Brothers Johnson,
K-Klass,
Toni Rubio,
The Slackers,
Nas,
Ituana,
Eric Dolphy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.