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 Madagascar and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Mr. Review,
New York Dolls,
Terry Callier,
Blake Baxter,
Circle Jerks,
Los Fastidios,
The Real Kids,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Visage,
DJ Sneak,
Public Enemy,
The Cure,
The Moody Blues,
Black Bananas,
Nas,
Banda Bassotti,
Marc Almond,
Sixth Finger,
The Shadows of Knight,
Camouflage,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jacques Brel,
John Cale,
Brick,
Lucky Dragons,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Stooges,
David McCallum,
Marcia Griffiths,
Moebius,
Bush Tetras,
Barclay James Harvest,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Animal Collective,
Glenn Branca,
Stereo Dub,
the Association,
Godley & Creme,
Man Parrish,
U.S. Maple,
Gerry Rafferty,
Country Teasers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Suicide,
Siglo XX,
Nico,
Nation of Ulysses,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barbara Tucker,
Derrick May,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Radiopuhelimet,
Drexciya,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cymande,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.