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 Solomon Islands and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Moody Blues 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
The Offenders,
Vainqueur,
Cal Tjader,
Nils Olav,
Gong,
Marcia Griffiths,
Blake Baxter,
Juan Atkins,
Shuggie Otis,
The Sonics,
The Vogues,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Foxx,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sixth Finger,
Y Pants,
Sarah Menescal,
Davy DMX,
Masters at Work,
Scrapy,
Gichy Dan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Moby Grape,
Jimmy McGriff,
Deepchord,
the Germs,
Motorama,
Johnny Clarke,
Section 25,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Monochrome Set,
kango's stein massive,
Fatback Band,
Blancmange,
Public Enemy,
Mr. Review,
Joyce Sims,
Silicon Teens,
Sam Rivers,
Camouflage,
Chrome,
Glenn Branca,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Last Poets,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ituana,
Electric Prunes,
Thee Headcoats,
Ronnie Foster,
Steve Hackett,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ten City,
The Cramps,
Joey Negro,
Tomorrow,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.