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 Kiribati and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar 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 Andrew Hill to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
UT,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marine Girls,
Soft Cell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lower 48,
Harpers Bizarre,
Judy Mowatt,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Altered Images,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dawn Penn,
Smog,
The Human League,
Leonard Cohen,
Derrick Morgan,
The Walker Brothers,
The Modern Lovers,
Monks,
Funky Four + One,
Underground Resistance,
Joey Negro,
David McCallum,
Japan,
Warsaw,
The Tremeloes,
Spandau Ballet,
Bad Manners,
Scion,
Warren Ellis,
The Busters,
Moebius,
Marc Almond,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Blackbyrds,
The Motions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ludus,
Audionom,
Thee Headcoats,
Yellowson,
PIL,
Delta 5,
Hot Snakes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sonny Sharrock,
New Order,
The Mojo Men,
E-Dancer,
Dual Sessions,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tears for Fears,
Mary Jane Girls,
Duran Duran,
Donald Byrd,
AZ,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Neon Judgement,
Crash Course in Science,
Ronan,
Gang Green,
Barbara Tucker,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.