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 Peru and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Donald Fagen 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 Bobby Sherman 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
The Names,
X-102,
Hardrive,
Bobby Byrd,
Y Pants,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Con Funk Shun,
The Techniques,
Swans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Laurel Aitken,
the Slits,
The Vogues,
Ultravox,
Niagra,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scratch Acid,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Slits,
JFA,
Spandau Ballet,
Hot Snakes,
The Fortunes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jerry's Kids,
Jimmy McGriff,
Terry Callier,
Bauhaus,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fluxion,
ABC,
Lakeside,
Angry Samoans,
James White and The Blacks,
OOIOO,
Cecil Taylor,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alphaville,
Sugar Minott,
Aswad,
The Kinks,
The Trojans,
Shoche,
Country Teasers,
Ohio Players,
The Wake,
Negative Approach,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Star Department,
Grauzone,
Bluetip,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Tremeloes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Derrick May,
Newcleus,
Archie Shepp,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.