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 Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Unrelated Segments to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Cybotron,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Kinks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lungfish,
Sarah Menescal,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Real Kids,
The New Christs,
Oneida,
Moebius,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dennis Brown,
Siglo XX,
Black Moon,
Royal Trux,
The Standells,
Public Enemy,
Scrapy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Iggy Pop,
Warren Ellis,
Ten City,
The Dirtbombs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Symarip,
Gang Starr,
Sex Pistols,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Duran Duran,
The Red Krayola,
Severed Heads,
Quando Quango,
Charles Mingus,
Trumans Water,
UT,
Niagra,
Chrome,
Desert Stars,
Donald Byrd,
Outsiders,
cv313,
the Germs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scott Walker,
Radiohead,
The Cure,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Boogie Down Productions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The J.B.'s,
Crispian St. Peters,
Max Romeo,
The Pretty Things,
Warsaw,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cal Tjader,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Pus,
Lindisfarne,
the Association,
The Leaves,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.