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 Iraq and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Absolute Body Control to the jazz 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Barbara Tucker,
Qualms,
Newcleus,
Cameo,
Ludus,
ABC,
Nirvana,
Eurythmics,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Music Machine,
Boz Scaggs,
Amon Düül,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
New Order,
The Star Department,
The Move,
Groovy Waters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Zapp,
Crispy Ambulance,
La Düsseldorf,
Nico,
Amon Düül II,
Warsaw,
Gang of Four,
The Dirtbombs,
Minny Pops,
Oneida,
Kayak,
Faust,
Dennis Brown,
The Golliwogs,
Gang Green,
Ultravox,
Avey Tare,
Gichy Dan,
The Residents,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Section 25,
Anthony Braxton,
Cluster,
Rakim,
Ken Boothe,
Aaron Thompson,
Little Man,
Chrome,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Quantec,
Swans,
Jeff Lynne,
The Mojo Men,
Neil Young,
Interpol,
The Gladiators,
Donald Byrd,
Tres Demented,
Mary Jane Girls,
Negative Approach,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
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.