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 Colombia and from Houston.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Ornette Coleman to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ronan,
Soulsonic Force,
Chrome,
DNA,
Cecil Taylor,
R.M.O.,
The Invisible,
Iggy Pop,
Schoolly D,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scion,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Skatalites,
Kerrie Biddell,
Outsiders,
Fad Gadget,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Moleskins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Electric Prunes,
Trumans Water,
Youth Brigade,
Essential Logic,
Angry Samoans,
Black Sheep,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jeff Lynne,
Tom Boy,
Anakelly,
Popol Vuh,
Matthew Bourne,
Alton Ellis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Foxx,
Steve Hackett,
Maleditus Sound,
Howard Jones,
the Association,
Khruangbin,
The Trojans,
Avey Tare,
Eurythmics,
Lungfish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
David Bowie,
Cymande,
The Modern Lovers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tres Demented,
Rotary Connection,
Ituana,
Hardrive,
Underground Resistance,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Blossom Toes,
Derrick May,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Saints,
Sam Rivers,
Adolescents,
The Doobie Brothers,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.