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 Malaysia and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord 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 The Young Rascals 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sarah Menescal,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jacques Brel,
Marmalade,
Kerrie Biddell,
Funky Four + One,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
June Days,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Visage,
Thompson Twins,
Todd Rundgren,
New Order,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wasted Youth,
Prince Buster,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aaron Thompson,
Lalann,
Scan 7,
Technova,
Eurythmics,
Yellowson,
OOIOO,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
PIL,
Dark Day,
The Slits,
Connie Case,
Swell Maps,
The Buckinghams,
Joy Division,
Jacob Miller,
The Monks,
Amazonics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Magma,
Swans,
Drive Like Jehu,
La Düsseldorf,
Basic Channel,
Make Up,
Loose Ends,
Brass Construction,
The Tremeloes,
Thee Headcoats,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Freddie Wadling,
Television Personalities,
Nick Fraelich,
The Busters,
Cal Tjader,
Zapp,
Schoolly D,
Todd Terry,
Bang On A Can,
Pierre Henry,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.