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 Korea South and from Manchester.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mission of Burma to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Al Stewart,
F. McDonald,
Joey Negro,
Dual Sessions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
LL Cool J,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Connie Case,
Robert Wyatt,
Malaria!,
Tim Buckley,
Bill Wells,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Throbbing Gristle,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mission of Burma,
The Velvet Underground,
Dawn Penn,
Derrick Morgan,
Eve St. Jones,
R.M.O.,
Max Romeo,
Boz Scaggs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The American Breed,
Marc Almond,
David McCallum,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultimate Spinach,
Franke,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joe Finger,
Rhythm & Sound,
Section 25,
Sparks,
The Music Machine,
The Young Rascals,
Hashim,
Neu!,
Susan Cadogan,
Radiohead,
Agent Orange,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cheater Slicks,
Saccharine Trust,
The Seeds,
Scrapy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Invisible,
Lightning Bolt,
Spandau Ballet,
Quando Quango,
Flash Fearless,
Dave Gahan,
Marmalade,
the Normal,
Letta Mbulu,
Gang of Four,
Roxy Music,
Sarah Menescal,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.