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 China and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Duran Duran to the rock 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
kango's stein massive,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lalann,
Mark Hollis,
Lou Reed,
Fatback Band,
Bill Near,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nick Fraelich,
The Victims,
Rapeman,
Moby Grape,
Pagans,
Barbara Tucker,
Angry Samoans,
Moss Icon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lightning Bolt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Peter and Kerry,
Cal Tjader,
Tommy Roe,
Neu!,
Chris & Cosey,
The Associates,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang Starr,
Ludus,
Minutemen,
Yellowson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sugar Minott,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eddi Front,
Kayak,
Lyres,
Leonard Cohen,
a-ha,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Human League,
Prince Buster,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The American Breed,
The Offenders,
48th St. Collective,
The Wake,
Scientists,
The Dead C,
Bob Dylan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Tremeloes,
DNA,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Peter & Gordon,
Brick,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.