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 Albania and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Barbara Tucker to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
New York Dolls,
Harmonia,
The Fuzztones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rakim,
New Age Steppers,
Metal Thangz,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Standells,
The Remains,
Fela Kuti,
Derrick May,
Drexciya,
Wally Richardson,
Swell Maps,
The Misunderstood,
Accadde A,
Severed Heads,
Boz Scaggs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Avey Tare,
Suburban Knight,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Red Krayola,
Marvin Gaye,
Television,
Gang of Four,
Minny Pops,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Reed,
The Velvet Underground,
Ossler,
Nas,
Joe Smooth,
Amazonics,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stetsasonic,
Main Source,
The Associates,
Cecil Taylor,
Moby Grape,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The American Breed,
Aaron Thompson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kayak,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
These Immortal Souls,
Piero Umiliani,
The Alarm Clocks,
Junior Murvin,
Thee Headcoats,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Niagra,
L. Decosne,
Tommy Roe,
Monolake,
Ralphi Rosario,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Human League,
Black Moon,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.