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 Oman and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the punk 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Faraquet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rod Modell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Stooges,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sam Rivers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Radiohead,
Mandrill,
Alton Ellis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gerry Rafferty,
Carl Craig,
The Pretty Things,
Television,
Andrew Hill,
Reagan Youth,
The Invisible,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Sherman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Underground Resistance,
ABC,
The Remains,
R.M.O.,
Unwound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yazoo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Girls At Our Best!,
Albert Ayler,
Alice Coltrane,
Lakeside,
Bauhaus,
The Music Machine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Khruangbin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Electric Prunes,
ABBA,
Mad Mike,
Robert Wyatt,
Goldenarms,
Quando Quango,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Funky Four + One,
Robert Görl,
Masters at Work,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Sheep,
CMW,
Bobby Byrd,
Wasted Youth,
Parry Music,
The Monks,
Model 500,
Tommy Roe,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cameo,
Brick,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.