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 Bangladesh 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ 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 Scientists to the dance 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Basic Channel,
Eddi Front,
Niagra,
The New Christs,
Bootsy Collins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Slave,
Donny Hathaway,
New Order,
Duran Duran,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Man Eating Sloth,
Con Funk Shun,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nils Olav,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aswad,
Symarip,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yusef Lateef,
Zapp,
The Litter,
Cymande,
Bauhaus,
Henry Cow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jesper Dahlback,
Khruangbin,
Gabor Szabo,
Urselle,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lightning Bolt,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sällskapet,
A Certain Ratio,
Prince Buster,
Joe Finger,
Harpers Bizarre,
Silicon Teens,
Scientists,
Circle Jerks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alton Ellis,
Trumans Water,
Von Mondo,
Dawn Penn,
Jawbox,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Happenings,
Loose Ends,
In Retrospect,
David McCallum,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nik Kershaw,
The Black Dice,
James White and The Blacks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brothers Johnson,
Simply Red,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.