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 Estonia and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar 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 Terry Callier to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Organ,
The Moody Blues,
Fat Boys,
The Fire Engines,
Silicon Teens,
Theoretical Girls,
Eurythmics,
Spoonie Gee,
Lungfish,
The Searchers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
AZ,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Move,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
This Heat,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Godley & Creme,
Barclay James Harvest,
Swans,
The Cowsills,
The Blues Magoos,
the Human League,
Country Teasers,
Audionom,
Gang of Four,
Royal Trux,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cybotron,
Kerri Chandler,
Judy Mowatt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ponytail,
Inner City,
Joey Negro,
The Motions,
Slave,
Gang Starr,
Isaac Hayes,
The Doors,
Marine Girls,
The Music Machine,
The Durutti Column,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Chris & Cosey,
Johnny Clarke,
Swell Maps,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joyce Sims,
Donald Byrd,
Ronan,
FM Einheit,
X-101,
Pantytec,
Arthur Verocai,
The Tremeloes,
Goldenarms,
Black Sheep,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.