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 Angola and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron 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 Lou Christie to the rock 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
kango's stein massive,
Pere Ubu,
Harry Pussy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Janne Schatter,
World's Most,
Bush Tetras,
Fad Gadget,
Robert Wyatt,
Minnie Riperton,
Peter and Kerry,
Barrington Levy,
Easy Going,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Derrick Morgan,
This Heat,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aaron Thompson,
Andrew Hill,
Das Ding,
Quadrant,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Foxx,
The Fire Engines,
Zero Boys,
Kaleidoscope,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Shoche,
Jesper Dahlback,
K-Klass,
Can,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Black Dice,
Kerri Chandler,
Eric B and Rakim,
La Düsseldorf,
Magma,
Sister Nancy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
B.T. Express,
Minor Threat,
Scrapy,
The Saints,
Television,
Idris Muhammad,
Mission of Burma,
Accadde A,
The Happenings,
Eurythmics,
Peter & Gordon,
PIL,
Tom Boy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang Starr,
The Zeros,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Grass Roots,
Tommy Roe,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.