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 Suriname and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 T. Rex to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
UT,
Don Cherry,
Jacques Brel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Monolake,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Moss Icon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
a-ha,
Dead Boys,
Lalann,
Moebius,
The Leaves,
Tim Buckley,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soul II Soul,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Khruangbin,
Funky Four + One,
Intrusion,
The Count Five,
Massinfluence,
Q65,
Brick,
Gang of Four,
the Bar-Kays,
Model 500,
Chris Corsano,
John Cale,
Babytalk,
Mandrill,
Cheater Slicks,
Jeff Lynne,
LL Cool J,
The Human League,
The Slackers,
The Sonics,
Qualms,
Eurythmics,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Germs,
Von Mondo,
Isaac Hayes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
L. Decosne,
Hashim,
Rhythm & Sound,
T. Rex,
Delon & Dalcan,
Severed Heads,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Japan,
Peter and Kerry,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.