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 Haiti and from Stockholm.
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 Halifax and Tehran.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the punk 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Wings,
Freddie Wadling,
Popol Vuh,
Loose Ends,
cv313,
Livin' Joy,
The Sonics,
The Vogues,
Tears for Fears,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Malaria!,
The Last Poets,
Lalann,
Al Stewart,
Sugar Minott,
X-101,
Tres Demented,
Hoover,
Avey Tare,
Flash Fearless,
Sun City Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Pretty Things,
Iggy Pop,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mars,
Royal Trux,
These Immortal Souls,
Bootsy Collins,
Absolute Body Control,
New Order,
Sister Nancy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camberwell Now,
JFA,
Tom Boy,
DJ Sneak,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stiv Bators,
Chris & Cosey,
The Skatalites,
Massinfluence,
Johnny Clarke,
Sight & Sound,
Desert Stars,
Godley & Creme,
Television Personalities,
The Velvet Underground,
Theoretical Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sonic Youth,
The Human League,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Foxx,
Matthew Halsall,
K-Klass,
Audionom,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.