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 Senegal and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Shadows of Knight to the punk 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Wasted Youth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sixth Finger,
Jerry Gold Smith,
This Heat,
T.S.O.L.,
Moebius,
Moss Icon,
Warren Ellis,
Bill Near,
Sun City Girls,
Gang Green,
The Fire Engines,
Vladislav Delay,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Stooges,
Adolescents,
The Happenings,
Public Enemy,
Scion,
The Walker Brothers,
The Smiths,
The J.B.'s,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Essential Logic,
The Dead C,
The Cure,
Wire,
Jerry's Kids,
D'Angelo,
Soulsonic Force,
Crime,
Joyce Sims,
Cluster,
Jandek,
The Wake,
Arab on Radar,
Swans,
Slick Rick,
Infiniti,
Underground Resistance,
Al Stewart,
Yusef Lateef,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barry Ungar,
Mars,
Little Man,
The Move,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Toni Rubio,
Smog,
Quantec,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Duran Duran,
Maleditus Sound,
Grauzone,
the Slits,
Lucky Dragons,
Harmonia,
Soft Machine,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.