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 Monaco and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Thee Headcoats to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective 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?
Steve Hackett,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sandy B,
The American Breed,
The Sound,
Radiohead,
The Angels of Light,
Isaac Hayes,
Lakeside,
Marc Almond,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marine Girls,
The Black Dice,
Brick,
Mars,
Patti Smith,
Yaz,
The Vogues,
Oneida,
Lucky Dragons,
These Immortal Souls,
Vladislav Delay,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soulsonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joey Negro,
Audionom,
Tom Boy,
David Bowie,
Dennis Brown,
Mission of Burma,
Icehouse,
Loose Ends,
Kenny Larkin,
Model 500,
Sight & Sound,
The Mummies,
Supertramp,
The Litter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Associates,
Ronnie Foster,
Zero Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Monks,
Soft Machine,
Fat Boys,
Sex Pistols,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rekid,
Michelle Simonal,
Motorama,
Smog,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rosa Yemen,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Man Parrish,
Pole,
Funkadelic,
The Leaves,
Junior Murvin,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.