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 Colombia and from London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Average White Band to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
the Human League,
John Lydon,
MC5,
Eden Ahbez,
The Barracudas,
Bronski Beat,
U.S. Maple,
Make Up,
Letta Mbulu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eric Dolphy,
Hashim,
Rhythm & Sound,
Blancmange,
Black Pus,
Rosa Yemen,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fortunes,
Moby Grape,
Stetsasonic,
The Angels of Light,
These Immortal Souls,
Nils Olav,
Q65,
Black Sheep,
The Residents,
Delta 5,
Godley & Creme,
DJ Style,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Standells,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roxy Music,
The Monochrome Set,
Scientists,
Max Romeo,
The Searchers,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Moody Blues,
Echospace,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gastr Del Sol,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Smoke,
Kas Product,
Funky Four + One,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Fania All-Stars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Warsaw,
Talk Talk,
The United States of America,
Monolake,
a-ha,
Faust,
Royal Trux,
Bush Tetras,
The Buckinghams,
Prince Buster,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.