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 St Lucia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Byron Stingily to the dance 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rakim,
John Lydon,
Ultra Naté,
Joe Smooth,
Ossler,
Main Source,
Iggy Pop,
Charles Mingus,
Television Personalities,
Jimmy McGriff,
Q and Not U,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
X-101,
Talk Talk,
Mad Mike,
Bluetip,
Shoche,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bauhaus,
Todd Terry,
Peter & Gordon,
JFA,
The Cure,
The American Breed,
Accadde A,
Severed Heads,
Inner City,
Marine Girls,
Zero Boys,
Electric Light Orchestra,
La Düsseldorf,
Al Stewart,
Blancmange,
Althea and Donna,
Boz Scaggs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Theoretical Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Technova,
The Young Rascals,
Bang On A Can,
The Modern Lovers,
Bill Near,
E-Dancer,
Soul Sonic Force,
Simply Red,
Eric Copeland,
Wolf Eyes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Moby Grape,
Scratch Acid,
Negative Approach,
Rekid,
Flamin' Groovies,
Adolescents,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pet Shop Boys,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.