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 Uzbekistan and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
The Names,
The Star Department,
Skriet,
Gang of Four,
Dark Day,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Stooges,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Metal Thangz,
Bluetip,
Piero Umiliani,
Ken Boothe,
Jeff Lynne,
Juan Atkins,
Howard Jones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scientists,
Max Romeo,
Intrusion,
OOIOO,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fugazi,
Bobby Womack,
Dennis Brown,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brick,
The Sonics,
Moby Grape,
The Monochrome Set,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joey Negro,
Hasil Adkins,
In Retrospect,
Newcleus,
Swans,
Althea and Donna,
R.M.O.,
Derrick Morgan,
Oneida,
Harmonia,
David McCallum,
Main Source,
Moebius,
Lou Reed,
Arthur Verocai,
UT,
Accadde A,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Trojans,
Ronnie Foster,
Mary Jane Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Saccharine Trust,
E-Dancer,
The Offenders,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bad Manners,
48th St. Collective,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Alphaville,
Quantec,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.