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 Suriname and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Qualms,
Joensuu 1685,
Crispian St. Peters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Moss Icon,
the Normal,
Neil Young,
Scientists,
Ultravox,
Blancmange,
Vainqueur,
Amazonics,
A Certain Ratio,
Public Image Ltd.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Pop Group,
Connie Case,
Quantec,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Red Krayola,
Funkadelic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tropical Tobacco,
R.M.O.,
Quadrant,
The Moleskins,
The Young Rascals,
Joey Negro,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brass Construction,
Ossler,
Alphaville,
Michelle Simonal,
The Doobie Brothers,
Accadde A,
The Evens,
Heaven 17,
Guru Guru,
Reuben Wilson,
Dennis Brown,
X-102,
Cecil Taylor,
Index,
Amon Düül,
Second Layer,
The Trojans,
Gong,
Lucky Dragons,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Liliput,
Bob Dylan,
F. McDonald,
Franke,
Slick Rick,
a-ha,
Barrington Levy,
Masters at Work,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.