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 Cuba and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Aswad 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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Monolake,
The Barracudas,
Dave Gahan,
Intrusion,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roxy Music,
Outsiders,
Reagan Youth,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pulsallama,
The Gladiators,
Radiopuhelimet,
Amazonics,
Echospace,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Khruangbin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Livin' Joy,
Duran Duran,
Parry Music,
Dawn Penn,
The Litter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joey Negro,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bush Tetras,
the Association,
Liliput,
The Index,
Gong,
D'Angelo,
Amon Düül,
the Human League,
kango's stein massive,
The Moleskins,
Ken Boothe,
The Young Rascals,
Main Source,
Youth Brigade,
Grey Daturas,
Interpol,
MC5,
Flipper,
The Walker Brothers,
The Golliwogs,
Faust,
Howard Jones,
The Real Kids,
Can,
Skarface,
Marine Girls,
Talk Talk,
The Evens,
The Mighty Diamonds,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.