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 Papua New Guinea and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 harpsichord 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 Hoover to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
The Sonics,
Television,
Radio Birdman,
Maleditus Sound,
Henry Cow,
Junior Murvin,
The Cure,
Severed Heads,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Fania All-Stars,
AZ,
The Invisible,
Amon Düül,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Flash Fearless,
Scott Walker,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ornette Coleman,
Max Romeo,
Harry Pussy,
Negative Approach,
China Crisis,
Country Teasers,
Technova,
ABBA,
Frankie Knuckles,
10cc,
Procol Harum,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sound Behaviour,
In Retrospect,
Ken Boothe,
Joe Finger,
Marc Almond,
These Immortal Souls,
Pulsallama,
Scratch Acid,
MDC,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultravox,
Ohio Players,
Neil Young,
Scion,
The Kinks,
The Mojo Men,
Stiv Bators,
Anthony Braxton,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Coltrane,
U.S. Maple,
Lou Reed,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kaleidoscope,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ituana,
Gil Scott Heron,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.