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 Malta 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 John Holt to the grime 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Surgeon,
Technova,
Freddie Wadling,
Moss Icon,
John Holt,
The Smiths,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dawn Penn,
Eurythmics,
The Offenders,
Ultravox,
The Gladiators,
Harpers Bizarre,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ossler,
Smog,
Echospace,
Khruangbin,
Donny Hathaway,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rotary Connection,
Negative Approach,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Schoolly D,
Tim Buckley,
Terry Callier,
Godley & Creme,
Radiohead,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Davy DMX,
Eric Dolphy,
Lower 48,
Kas Product,
Con Funk Shun,
Blancmange,
Circle Jerks,
Junior Murvin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gories,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Malaria!,
Ponytail,
Model 500,
The Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sugar Minott,
Eddi Front,
Eli Mardock,
Skriet,
The Fuzztones,
Bluetip,
Jawbox,
Yellowson,
The Electric Prunes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Quantec,
In Retrospect,
Amazonics,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.