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 Iraq and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Siglo XX to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Don Cherry,
Mo-Dettes,
June Days,
Crash Course in Science,
The Walker Brothers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
X-102,
Thompson Twins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nils Olav,
Spoonie Gee,
Arthur Verocai,
Hardrive,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Blues Magoos,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Skarface,
Godley & Creme,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Faust,
kango's stein massive,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Residents,
The Misunderstood,
Half Japanese,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Raincoats,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Five Americans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hasil Adkins,
Moby Grape,
Oblivians,
DNA,
Kas Product,
Grey Daturas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dual Sessions,
Talk Talk,
The Detroit Cobras,
Shuggie Otis,
L. Decosne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Derrick Morgan,
The Real Kids,
The Grass Roots,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sun City Girls,
The Wake,
Patti Smith,
Juan Atkins,
Barry Ungar,
Hoover,
Deakin,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.