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 Israel and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe 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 Icehouse to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Robert Görl,
Visage,
Easy Going,
Joensuu 1685,
James White and The Blacks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Maleditus Sound,
June Days,
Con Funk Shun,
Pulsallama,
Marc Almond,
The Skatalites,
Zapp,
Oblivians,
New Order,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Victims,
Erykah Badu,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rotary Connection,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fear,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lightning Bolt,
Urselle,
Sight & Sound,
Ohio Players,
The Kinks,
Underground Resistance,
Erasure,
Young Marble Giants,
Groovy Waters,
Sällskapet,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Faraquet,
Matthew Halsall,
Vainqueur,
R.M.O.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Monolake,
Can,
Jerry's Kids,
Lakeside,
Dorothy Ashby,
K-Klass,
T.S.O.L.,
Sam Rivers,
The Five Americans,
Goldenarms,
Eve St. Jones,
Idris Muhammad,
Y Pants,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dark Day,
Lyres,
Marvin Gaye,
Juan Atkins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jeff Lynne,
Sugar Minott,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.