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 Malaysia and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Smiths to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
The J.B.'s,
Circle Jerks,
The Moody Blues,
Basic Channel,
Cheater Slicks,
Intrusion,
The Fugs,
Inner City,
Howard Jones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Oneida,
The Walker Brothers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Doobie Brothers,
Theoretical Girls,
Ituana,
Swell Maps,
Harmonia,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mandrill,
Robert Wyatt,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gap Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ohio Players,
Tomorrow,
Dead Boys,
Groovy Waters,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Bar-Kays,
Hasil Adkins,
Smog,
Liliput,
The Durutti Column,
Joensuu 1685,
Livin' Joy,
Infiniti,
This Heat,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jandek,
The Gun Club,
Fatback Band,
The Toasters,
New Age Steppers,
Monks,
The Selecter,
Funky Four + One,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Shadows of Knight,
KRS-One,
The Grass Roots,
K-Klass,
The Moleskins,
Slave,
Scratch Acid,
ABC,
Porter Ricks,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.