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 Ethiopia 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gap Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Ossler,
K-Klass,
The Neon Judgement,
Sam Rivers,
The Happenings,
Howard Jones,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ronnie Foster,
Sexual Harrassment,
Make Up,
Skaos,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sun City Girls,
Altered Images,
Tommy Roe,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Khruangbin,
Leonard Cohen,
The Beau Brummels,
Patti Smith,
Yaz,
The Modern Lovers,
Max Romeo,
Cluster,
Crispy Ambulance,
Accadde A,
MDC,
Robert Wyatt,
Steve Hackett,
Zero Boys,
The Invisible,
Gabor Szabo,
Rufus Thomas,
Aaron Thompson,
Barrington Levy,
Urselle,
Niagra,
The Saints,
the Human League,
Interpol,
Camouflage,
New Order,
Funkadelic,
kango's stein massive,
Susan Cadogan,
The Names,
Monolake,
Nas,
Pantytec,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pere Ubu,
Fad Gadget,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Andrew Hill,
The Mojo Men,
Vainqueur,
The Electric Prunes,
The Sonics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mark Hollis,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.