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 Laos and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fear to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Josef K,
Joensuu 1685,
The Monochrome Set,
Byron Stingily,
Peter and Kerry,
Circle Jerks,
Scott Walker,
The Star Department,
Yellowson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Excepter,
The Tremeloes,
Rod Modell,
Bauhaus,
Eddi Front,
Section 25,
Steve Hackett,
David Bowie,
The Cure,
The Count Five,
Bluetip,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Detroit Cobras,
Khruangbin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Anakelly,
Thompson Twins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gong,
Joyce Sims,
The Dirtbombs,
Procol Harum,
Half Japanese,
Sun City Girls,
Sällskapet,
Crash Course in Science,
Brick,
Bang On A Can,
Negative Approach,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lee Hazlewood,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Television Personalities,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soft Machine,
Funky Four + One,
Wally Richardson,
Skriet,
The Blues Magoos,
Deepchord,
X-Ray Spex,
Amazonics,
The Durutti Column,
Grey Daturas,
Arab on Radar,
Tommy Roe,
Soulsonic Force,
Lightning Bolt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Qualms,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.