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 Djibouti and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the rap 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Wally Richardson,
Amazonics,
Jimmy McGriff,
Masters at Work,
Kenny Larkin,
Eden Ahbez,
Idris Muhammad,
H. Thieme,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Pus,
Lee Hazlewood,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fall,
E-Dancer,
The Moody Blues,
Marcia Griffiths,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Adolescents,
The Smoke,
Mantronix,
Symarip,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Monolake,
Vladislav Delay,
The Young Rascals,
Lalann,
Das Ding,
Barrington Levy,
Guru Guru,
Nils Olav,
Anthony Braxton,
Albert Ayler,
The Detroit Cobras,
Charles Mingus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Deakin,
The Music Machine,
Grauzone,
John Holt,
Peter & Gordon,
Agent Orange,
Silicon Teens,
Godley & Creme,
Big Daddy Kane,
Agitation Free,
Terry Callier,
Glambeats Corp.,
Graham Central Station,
Ralphi Rosario,
Moebius,
Ponytail,
Magazine,
Popol Vuh,
La Düsseldorf,
Sister Nancy,
The Misunderstood,
Sällskapet,
Model 500,
The Monks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dave Gahan,
Letta Mbulu,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.