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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 The American Breed to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Marine Girls,
Can,
Nick Fraelich,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Suburban Knight,
Cheater Slicks,
Lyres,
The Star Department,
Brass Construction,
The Velvet Underground,
Jeff Lynne,
Mission of Burma,
MC5,
Nico,
Index,
The American Breed,
CMW,
Minny Pops,
Camouflage,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joyce Sims,
Rapeman,
The Count Five,
Eden Ahbez,
Sex Pistols,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Pus,
Sound Behaviour,
Los Fastidios,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Q and Not U,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sandy B,
The Birthday Party,
Roger Hodgson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Electric Prunes,
Eric Copeland,
New Age Steppers,
The Mojo Men,
The Dirtbombs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fear,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Youth Brigade,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Delta 5,
Boredoms,
Darondo,
Visage,
Marvin Gaye,
Sonny Sharrock,
Leonard Cohen,
Scion,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fluxion,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Moody Blues,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.