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 Philippines and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 The United States of America to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Eve St. Jones,
Eden Ahbez,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Anthony Braxton,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lightning Bolt,
Scrapy,
Unrelated Segments,
Rufus Thomas,
Von Mondo,
Soft Cell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jacob Miller,
Junior Murvin,
Nico,
Echospace,
A Certain Ratio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Quantec,
The Standells,
Scion,
Gang Gang Dance,
10cc,
Scott Walker,
AZ,
LL Cool J,
Duran Duran,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gerry Rafferty,
Andrew Hill,
Graham Central Station,
Stockholm Monsters,
Todd Rundgren,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Raincoats,
Radio Birdman,
kango's stein massive,
Q and Not U,
Juan Atkins,
David McCallum,
Avey Tare,
Neil Young,
Lindisfarne,
Porter Ricks,
June Days,
Lyres,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eddi Front,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Section 25,
Soft Machine,
Barry Ungar,
Loose Ends,
Adolescents,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bluetip,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Pus,
Sandy B,
Boz Scaggs,
The Motions,
The Invisible,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.