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 Bolivia and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Alice Coltrane 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Black Pus,
Silicon Teens,
In Retrospect,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Faust,
Yellowson,
Whodini,
The Fire Engines,
Audionom,
The Smoke,
Suburban Knight,
Soft Machine,
Neil Young,
Aswad,
Ronan,
The Move,
Oneida,
Radiopuhelimet,
Man Parrish,
Black Moon,
Funky Four + One,
John Foxx,
R.M.O.,
Pylon,
Fela Kuti,
Scott Walker,
Fluxion,
Dual Sessions,
The Seeds,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Maurizio,
Nik Kershaw,
Unwound,
The Golliwogs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
UT,
Joe Smooth,
Nick Fraelich,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Janne Schatter,
Moss Icon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Quadrant,
Supertramp,
Warsaw,
Anakelly,
Idris Muhammad,
Au Pairs,
Toni Rubio,
Tomorrow,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
D'Angelo,
Ituana,
Blake Baxter,
Isaac Hayes,
Lindisfarne,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.