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 Comoros and from Calgary.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Cure to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Tomorrow,
The Knickerbockers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Television,
Fugazi,
Masters at Work,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stereo Dub,
Qualms,
Brand Nubian,
Motorama,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grauzone,
Royal Trux,
Niagra,
Blake Baxter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
X-Ray Spex,
Leonard Cohen,
Anakelly,
Quando Quango,
The Birthday Party,
Altered Images,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tommy Roe,
Skaos,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wire,
Boz Scaggs,
The Martian,
Unwound,
Ten City,
Dark Day,
Faraquet,
Marc Almond,
Ultra Naté,
The Red Krayola,
Sex Pistols,
This Heat,
The Blackbyrds,
The Moleskins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Minutemen,
Alton Ellis,
Sonic Youth,
Ludus,
Man Parrish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Zero Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bootsy Collins,
Negative Approach,
The Electric Prunes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Count Five,
The Velvet Underground,
The Mummies,
Babytalk,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.