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 Belize and from Spokane.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lucky Dragons to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Chrome,
Lyres,
The Invisible,
Sällskapet,
Gang of Four,
Juan Atkins,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sugar Minott,
Animal Collective,
Maleditus Sound,
Robert Hood,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ossler,
Slick Rick,
James White and The Blacks,
Crash Course in Science,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Last Poets,
Circle Jerks,
Wolf Eyes,
Lower 48,
Chris Corsano,
The Seeds,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jerry's Kids,
Darondo,
The Divine Comedy,
Unwound,
Lungfish,
Skaos,
Tom Boy,
Robert Görl,
Kayak,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Au Pairs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bill Near,
The Mojo Men,
48th St. Collective,
Young Marble Giants,
UT,
The Toasters,
Bobby Sherman,
DJ Style,
Reagan Youth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rakim,
The Fortunes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Curtis Mayfield,
Warren Ellis,
Ken Boothe,
Jeff Mills,
the Slits,
Whodini,
the Fania All-Stars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.