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 Bhutan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
JFA,
Althea and Donna,
Mo-Dettes,
PIL,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Real Kids,
Chris & Cosey,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Martian,
Rhythm & Sound,
Groovy Waters,
Henry Cow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Au Pairs,
The Dirtbombs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Residents,
Crispy Ambulance,
Trumans Water,
Glambeats Corp.,
Faraquet,
Michelle Simonal,
Reagan Youth,
The Vogues,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Goldenarms,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jacques Brel,
June Days,
Erykah Badu,
Soft Cell,
K-Klass,
Das Ding,
The Monochrome Set,
Can,
the Sonics,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Vladislav Delay,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Slits,
Lebanon Hanover,
Desert Stars,
Dual Sessions,
Slick Rick,
MC5,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Skatalites,
Boredoms,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Leaves,
La Düsseldorf,
The Golliwogs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Theoretical Girls,
Agitation Free,
Scientists,
Stiv Bators,
Cameo,
Deadbeat,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.