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 Guatemala and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
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 linndrum 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 Todd Rundgren to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Vainqueur,
Reuben Wilson,
Rotary Connection,
Royal Trux,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Loose Ends,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Wake,
The Searchers,
Slick Rick,
Livin' Joy,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alton Ellis,
Severed Heads,
Chris & Cosey,
DJ Style,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cure,
The Smoke,
The Sound,
Swell Maps,
The Fuzztones,
Glenn Branca,
Amon Düül,
Barbara Tucker,
Nick Fraelich,
MDC,
Dawn Penn,
The Associates,
Patti Smith,
Eddi Front,
Steve Hackett,
David Axelrod,
Judy Mowatt,
Rosa Yemen,
Sparks,
Danielle Patucci,
Fear,
The Young Rascals,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bizarre Inc.,
Funky Four + One,
Sex Pistols,
The Beau Brummels,
Marc Almond,
Bob Dylan,
The Doors,
Nation of Ulysses,
PIL,
Ultravox,
Procol Harum,
Bronski Beat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultra Naté,
Alphaville,
The United States of America,
Das Ding,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.