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 Nicaragua and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Tom Verlaine 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 a-ha to the jazz 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marshall Jefferson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joey Negro,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scott Walker,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marcia Griffiths,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
PIL,
Nils Olav,
Sandy B,
Kerri Chandler,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Smiths,
Flash Fearless,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bill Wells,
Jeff Mills,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Normal,
Derrick May,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Erasure,
Bobby Womack,
Interpol,
Soulsonic Force,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Moby Grape,
Dave Gahan,
Essential Logic,
Monolake,
Andrew Hill,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joyce Sims,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Residents,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Symarip,
Siglo XX,
Theoretical Girls,
Roxette,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bluetip,
Excepter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Radio Birdman,
Black Moon,
Fad Gadget,
The Smoke,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wolf Eyes,
The Golliwogs,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.