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 Norway and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Joe Smooth to the punk 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Godley & Creme,
Lungfish,
Magma,
June of 44,
The Cure,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
LL Cool J,
Crash Course in Science,
Gabor Szabo,
Qualms,
Stiv Bators,
Can,
Make Up,
The Five Americans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
PIL,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Henry Cow,
Delta 5,
The American Breed,
Von Mondo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scientists,
Erykah Badu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Q and Not U,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hardrive,
John Holt,
Shuggie Otis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Basic Channel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Last Poets,
The Beau Brummels,
Colin Newman,
48th St. Collective,
John Foxx,
Junior Murvin,
Steve Hackett,
Eddi Front,
Essential Logic,
Oneida,
The Busters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Altered Images,
Radio Birdman,
Peter & Gordon,
Erasure,
Judy Mowatt,
Flamin' Groovies,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Thompson Twins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eric Copeland,
Cymande,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.