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 Solomon Islands and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Erasure to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Chrome,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Names,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Quadrant,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang Green,
Rekid,
Unwound,
Funky Four + One,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Erasure,
Ten City,
Pylon,
Donald Byrd,
Index,
the Fania All-Stars,
Massinfluence,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Derrick Morgan,
Ossler,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Audionom,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Franke,
Amazonics,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Youth Brigade,
Jawbox,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ponytail,
Newcleus,
Qualms,
Kerrie Biddell,
A Certain Ratio,
MC5,
E-Dancer,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roger Hodgson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kaleidoscope,
Camouflage,
The Mojo Men,
Magazine,
Crash Course in Science,
Angry Samoans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Parry Music,
The New Christs,
Matthew Bourne,
a-ha,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Prince Buster,
Boz Scaggs,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.