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 Finland and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Detroit Cobras to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Cal Tjader,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
X-102,
Robert Wyatt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ronan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sandy B,
Erasure,
Spandau Ballet,
EPMD,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Suicide,
The Modern Lovers,
Parry Music,
Brass Construction,
The Last Poets,
Unrelated Segments,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Godley & Creme,
Quadrant,
Quantec,
AZ,
Shuggie Otis,
The Tremeloes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Das Ding,
The Pretty Things,
Minny Pops,
Wally Richardson,
Blossom Toes,
ABC,
The Cure,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Chrome,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lyres,
Leonard Cohen,
Ituana,
Monks,
Icehouse,
Roger Hodgson,
Essential Logic,
Black Bananas,
Circle Jerks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Peter & Gordon,
Barbara Tucker,
Excepter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rapeman,
The Grass Roots,
Joensuu 1685,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.