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 Thailand and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jeff Lynne to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Tremeloes,
Camberwell Now,
Davy DMX,
Thompson Twins,
Rod Modell,
The Cure,
Godley & Creme,
Underground Resistance,
Eric Dolphy,
Second Layer,
Brass Construction,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mission of Burma,
Glenn Branca,
Peter & Gordon,
John Lydon,
Aswad,
Visage,
Dark Day,
Monolake,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gun Club,
The Move,
Qualms,
China Crisis,
Q and Not U,
The Fugs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Supertramp,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barry Ungar,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mark Hollis,
Rekid,
Amon Düül II,
Charles Mingus,
Gong,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bronski Beat,
Eddi Front,
Sandy B,
The Red Krayola,
The Vogues,
Ten City,
Gang Green,
Wally Richardson,
Kas Product,
Fat Boys,
Max Romeo,
Sam Rivers,
Henry Cow,
The Wake,
The Moleskins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kurtis Blow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
U.S. Maple,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.