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 Yemen and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Drexciya to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Stetsasonic,
Desert Stars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cecil Taylor,
Minny Pops,
Tim Buckley,
Con Funk Shun,
Section 25,
Sun City Girls,
Joe Smooth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fortunes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Babytalk,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Slackers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Trumans Water,
Darondo,
Moss Icon,
Joey Negro,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joyce Sims,
Yazoo,
Eurythmics,
The Walker Brothers,
Crime,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Funky Four + One,
Unwound,
Alison Limerick,
Arab on Radar,
Matthew Halsall,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ultra Naté,
Byron Stingily,
Dark Day,
Sight & Sound,
Neu!,
Cheater Slicks,
Amon Düül,
Vladislav Delay,
Tres Demented,
Soulsonic Force,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Moleskins,
The Invisible,
Leonard Cohen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aural Exciters,
The Sound,
The Durutti Column,
The Angels of Light,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.