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 Australia and from Hong Kong.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cluster to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crooked Eye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
The United States of America,
Cheater Slicks,
Jandek,
Wasted Youth,
Jeff Mills,
David Bowie,
Niagra,
Porter Ricks,
The New Christs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Youth Brigade,
Little Man,
Mark Hollis,
Ituana,
Bang On A Can,
Massinfluence,
Deepchord,
Half Japanese,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultravox,
Royal Trux,
Minor Threat,
Electric Prunes,
Tres Demented,
James White and The Blacks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Electric Prunes,
Newcleus,
Eurythmics,
F. McDonald,
Carl Craig,
Tears for Fears,
Organ,
Roxette,
Robert Wyatt,
Donny Hathaway,
Sun Ra,
Pussy Galore,
The Moody Blues,
Soft Machine,
The Names,
Lyres,
David Axelrod,
The Blackbyrds,
Howard Jones,
The Zeros,
Agent Orange,
Colin Newman,
Gastr Del Sol,
cv313,
Kaleidoscope,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.