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 Monaco and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Erasure 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crispy Ambulance,
Vainqueur,
Erykah Badu,
Scion,
Loose Ends,
Mandrill,
Boz Scaggs,
Chris & Cosey,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gong,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Chris Corsano,
Tres Demented,
The Searchers,
Susan Cadogan,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Monochrome Set,
The Seeds,
Reuben Wilson,
Brass Construction,
David Axelrod,
Charles Mingus,
John Cale,
Echospace,
The Zeros,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Circle Jerks,
T. Rex,
a-ha,
Cecil Taylor,
Pulsallama,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ohio Players,
Sun Ra,
Kayak,
Girls At Our Best!,
Brick,
Subhumans,
Whodini,
Steve Hackett,
Yazoo,
The Gun Club,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sun City Girls,
This Heat,
Make Up,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mission of Burma,
The Sound,
Bob Dylan,
AZ,
Deepchord,
The Grass Roots,
Nirvana,
LL Cool J,
The Mojo Men,
Laurel Aitken,
Aaron Thompson,
Negative Approach,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.