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 Gambia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron 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 Average White Band to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Durutti Column,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultravox,
Sam Rivers,
Derrick Morgan,
The Buckinghams,
Leonard Cohen,
Donny Hathaway,
Scion,
The Star Department,
Crime,
Tropical Tobacco,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rites of Spring,
The Electric Prunes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Vogues,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Byrd,
Loose Ends,
Funkadelic,
Gil Scott Heron,
Angry Samoans,
kango's stein massive,
F. McDonald,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jacob Miller,
Eve St. Jones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Foxx,
Supertramp,
Nico,
Infiniti,
Bush Tetras,
Rosa Yemen,
X-Ray Spex,
Minutemen,
Vainqueur,
Wasted Youth,
Piero Umiliani,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fad Gadget,
The Last Poets,
Gang Green,
Lou Reed,
Second Layer,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Pus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
cv313,
June Days,
Morten Harket,
Wings,
The Modern Lovers,
Khruangbin,
Delta 5,
Dark Day,
The Fuzztones,
LL Cool J,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.