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 Argentina and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 10cc to the funk 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lalo Schifrin,
This Heat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Smog,
The Velvet Underground,
Warren Ellis,
Eve St. Jones,
Banda Bassotti,
Theoretical Girls,
Letta Mbulu,
James White and The Blacks,
Second Layer,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Techniques,
Gang Green,
Fad Gadget,
The Cowsills,
Ronan,
Hasil Adkins,
Robert Hood,
U.S. Maple,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fall,
Janne Schatter,
Essential Logic,
Crispian St. Peters,
JFA,
The Mojo Men,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
Jacob Miller,
Laurel Aitken,
Eyeless In Gaza,
F. McDonald,
Slick Rick,
John Coltrane,
The Standells,
The Young Rascals,
David Axelrod,
These Immortal Souls,
Heaven 17,
The Beau Brummels,
Brand Nubian,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Moleskins,
Public Enemy,
Yazoo,
Nick Fraelich,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Neon Judgement,
The Real Kids,
Soulsonic Force,
Funky Four + One,
Television Personalities,
Duran Duran,
Zero Boys,
The Gladiators,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.