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 Luxembourg and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Japan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Kayak,
The Mojo Men,
Kurtis Blow,
Metal Thangz,
Jandek,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gap Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Idris Muhammad,
Scratch Acid,
DNA,
Sällskapet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
FM Einheit,
Von Mondo,
Livin' Joy,
Fatback Band,
Zero Boys,
The Raincoats,
Amon Düül II,
Graham Central Station,
Robert Hood,
The Tremeloes,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Kinks,
Crooked Eye,
Whodini,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Pop Group,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Charles Mingus,
Ralphi Rosario,
MC5,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Star Department,
The Stooges,
Deepchord,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kerri Chandler,
Motorama,
The Electric Prunes,
H. Thieme,
Mantronix,
Stetsasonic,
The Durutti Column,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Don Cherry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scrapy,
Archie Shepp,
DJ Style,
Derrick May,
Black Sheep,
Chris & Cosey,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Curtis Mayfield,
Amazonics,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.