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 South Sudan and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Divine Comedy to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang Starr,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
Con Funk Shun,
Robert Hood,
The Five Americans,
Camouflage,
Q65,
Godley & Creme,
Dark Day,
The Fall,
Rotary Connection,
Camberwell Now,
Motorama,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lebanon Hanover,
Severed Heads,
Moebius,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Loose Ends,
Avey Tare,
Joe Smooth,
Mandrill,
The Standells,
Los Fastidios,
James White and The Blacks,
Lakeside,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tubeway Army,
John Coltrane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tommy Roe,
Roxy Music,
The Star Department,
Zero Boys,
Hot Snakes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Music Machine,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Slave,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Absolute Body Control,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Supertramp,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sight & Sound,
Ken Boothe,
H. Thieme,
The Fire Engines,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Smog,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Martian,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.