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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 James White and The Blacks to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Dead Boys,
Metal Thangz,
Gang Gang Dance,
Inner City,
Soft Machine,
Boz Scaggs,
Pere Ubu,
Matthew Halsall,
DJ Style,
Cybotron,
Swell Maps,
The Wake,
Bobby Womack,
the Germs,
Ludus,
Leonard Cohen,
Sister Nancy,
Hardrive,
Iggy Pop,
Sarah Menescal,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Association,
Minor Threat,
The Seeds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
8 Eyed Spy,
Essential Logic,
The Vogues,
Average White Band,
Zapp,
Simply Red,
Alton Ellis,
Scott Walker,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ronan,
Freddie Wadling,
Jawbox,
Porter Ricks,
Marvin Gaye,
X-101,
Rod Modell,
Rufus Thomas,
Joe Smooth,
Mandrill,
Joy Division,
David Bowie,
Deakin,
The Gories,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Moleskins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joyce Sims,
The Young Rascals,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camouflage,
Little Man,
Grey Daturas,
Derrick Morgan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Isaac Hayes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Arcadia,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.