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 Luxembourg and from Accra.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 ABBA to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Tremeloes,
Deepchord,
Barry Ungar,
Black Moon,
Laurel Aitken,
Sam Rivers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Todd Rundgren,
Hasil Adkins,
Bob Dylan,
The Count Five,
La Düsseldorf,
Chris Corsano,
Dawn Penn,
Qualms,
Audionom,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dark Day,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Christie,
The Victims,
Delon & Dalcan,
Agent Orange,
The Busters,
Jacob Miller,
The Cowsills,
Depeche Mode,
Subhumans,
The Smiths,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sun City Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Birthday Party,
The Fortunes,
Oblivians,
Hashim,
The Sisters of Mercy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sun Ra,
The Real Kids,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Underground Resistance,
Metal Thangz,
Avey Tare,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ten City,
Fatback Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fluxion,
Eric B and Rakim,
UT,
Aloha Tigers,
Alphaville,
Gang Gang Dance,
Anakelly,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Monks,
Bobby Womack,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.