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 Belize and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Ronan to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rekid,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Black Dice,
The Busters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marmalade,
H. Thieme,
Girls At Our Best!,
Animal Collective,
Josef K,
The Kinks,
Eric Dolphy,
AZ,
Chris & Cosey,
Television,
Electric Prunes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Brothers Johnson,
Howard Jones,
Rosa Yemen,
The Skatalites,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fat Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Andrew Hill,
Icehouse,
Urselle,
Rites of Spring,
Soulsonic Force,
Boz Scaggs,
Scientists,
Nas,
Dave Gahan,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Modern Lovers,
Neil Young,
Joey Negro,
Das Ding,
Matthew Bourne,
Piero Umiliani,
Aural Exciters,
Black Bananas,
Brand Nubian,
Scrapy,
The Cure,
Franke,
B.T. Express,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Con Funk Shun,
Echospace,
Ossler,
Pantaleimon,
Harry Pussy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
A Certain Ratio,
The Dead C,
D'Angelo,
James White and The Blacks,
Ludus,
The Techniques,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.