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 Kosovo and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pharoah Sanders to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Chris Corsano,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bill Near,
A Certain Ratio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Oneida,
Matthew Bourne,
The Trojans,
Tres Demented,
Das Ding,
Thompson Twins,
The Toasters,
the Bar-Kays,
Sixth Finger,
Gregory Isaacs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eric Dolphy,
the Slits,
Can,
K-Klass,
The Fuzztones,
This Heat,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ken Boothe,
Moss Icon,
The Black Dice,
Cameo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wally Richardson,
Moby Grape,
Siglo XX,
Shoche,
Gang Green,
Mars,
Urselle,
Wings,
Marc Almond,
Swans,
Kurtis Blow,
Piero Umiliani,
Darondo,
The Move,
The United States of America,
The Young Rascals,
Maurizio,
Godley & Creme,
Gerry Rafferty,
In Retrospect,
Todd Terry,
Youth Brigade,
The Dirtbombs,
Mantronix,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gap Band,
Hardrive,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Babytalk,
Oblivians,
Magazine,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.