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 Equatorial Guinea and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 The Tremeloes to the grunge 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Al Stewart,
Camberwell Now,
The Barracudas,
David McCallum,
Hot Snakes,
Soulsonic Force,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nik Kershaw,
10cc,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stereo Dub,
John Coltrane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Foxx,
Royal Trux,
Unrelated Segments,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Radiohead,
London Community Gospel Choir,
a-ha,
Josef K,
Average White Band,
China Crisis,
E-Dancer,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bang On A Can,
Rapeman,
The American Breed,
Hasil Adkins,
The Saints,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Byrd,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Clear Light,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minutemen,
Bob Dylan,
Bill Near,
Juan Atkins,
Peter & Gordon,
Tubeway Army,
The Buckinghams,
Model 500,
Gang Gang Dance,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Standells,
The Index,
Matthew Bourne,
Hardrive,
Johnny Clarke,
Quadrant,
Tomorrow,
Alphaville,
The Monks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Smog,
Judy Mowatt,
Schoolly D,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.