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 Turkmenistan and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Moby Grape to the rock 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
H. Thieme,
Terry Callier,
Slick Rick,
Alphaville,
Deadbeat,
Groovy Waters,
Donny Hathaway,
Drexciya,
The Velvet Underground,
Nils Olav,
CMW,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Raincoats,
Icehouse,
June of 44,
Joensuu 1685,
Radio Birdman,
Joey Negro,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Soft Cell,
New Age Steppers,
LL Cool J,
A Certain Ratio,
Flipper,
Soulsonic Force,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Mummies,
Minny Pops,
Qualms,
Radiopuhelimet,
Maleditus Sound,
Brand Nubian,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Half Japanese,
Aural Exciters,
Quando Quango,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wasted Youth,
Reuben Wilson,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Reed,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stereo Dub,
Crime,
The Fortunes,
X-Ray Spex,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ituana,
Tommy Roe,
Buzzcocks,
Connie Case,
Bluetip,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
kango's stein massive,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.