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 Guinea and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mary Jane Girls to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Minnie Riperton,
Whodini,
Animal Collective,
Eddi Front,
Cybotron,
The Doobie Brothers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Misunderstood,
The Detroit Cobras,
Panda Bear,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Warren Ellis,
The Index,
Trumans Water,
Soft Machine,
Rekid,
Con Funk Shun,
Procol Harum,
The Seeds,
Suburban Knight,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Quando Quango,
Wally Richardson,
China Crisis,
Chris Corsano,
Bronski Beat,
Michelle Simonal,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soulsonic Force,
Das Ding,
June Days,
Lightning Bolt,
Can,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Babytalk,
Underground Resistance,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Associates,
Shoche,
Qualms,
Steve Hackett,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sugar Minott,
H. Thieme,
James Chance & The Contortions,
DJ Style,
Funky Four + One,
Duran Duran,
Joyce Sims,
Jacob Miller,
The Gun Club,
Curtis Mayfield,
Popol Vuh,
The Cure,
World's Most,
The Smiths,
OOIOO,
Ponytail,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kevin Saunderson,
Loose Ends,
Avey Tare,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.