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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar 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 New York Dolls to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
John Coltrane,
Procol Harum,
Intrusion,
Echospace,
Hot Snakes,
Don Cherry,
The Fortunes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobby Byrd,
Mad Mike,
Lalann,
Unrelated Segments,
Pierre Henry,
Jacob Miller,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nik Kershaw,
Bang On A Can,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gladiators,
Essential Logic,
Camberwell Now,
New Order,
Aural Exciters,
New Age Steppers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scientists,
Tomorrow,
Maleditus Sound,
Quantec,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scott Walker,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Kinks,
Alphaville,
Eden Ahbez,
Anakelly,
Loose Ends,
Henry Cow,
Lungfish,
Anthony Braxton,
World's Most,
Derrick May,
New York Dolls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Average White Band,
Au Pairs,
Make Up,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fatback Band,
Darondo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Harmonia,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Laurel Aitken,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Neil Young,
The Seeds,
Masters at Work,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.