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 Chad and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the dance 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Roxette,
Crispy Ambulance,
Peter and Kerry,
The Motions,
Eurythmics,
Kas Product,
Jacques Brel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Steve Hackett,
Lalann,
Pharoah Sanders,
Barclay James Harvest,
Qualms,
The Remains,
Amon Düül II,
Zapp,
These Immortal Souls,
Gabor Szabo,
Chris & Cosey,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Danielle Patucci,
The Tremeloes,
Johnny Clarke,
Tropical Tobacco,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Siglo XX,
Flamin' Groovies,
T. Rex,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mantronix,
Malaria!,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lyres,
Agitation Free,
The Vogues,
the Human League,
The Doors,
Q65,
Boz Scaggs,
Camouflage,
Morten Harket,
Henry Cow,
Dark Day,
E-Dancer,
Maleditus Sound,
Royal Trux,
John Lydon,
Bronski Beat,
Bang On A Can,
The Electric Prunes,
48th St. Collective,
The Skatalites,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tears for Fears,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Mojo Men,
Minnie Riperton,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.