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 Italy and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the grunge 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
The Smoke,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fortunes,
Brick,
Anthony Braxton,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Music Machine,
the Human League,
Althea and Donna,
Black Flag,
Fluxion,
Bobby Byrd,
LL Cool J,
The Alarm Clocks,
Make Up,
Easy Going,
the Bar-Kays,
The Associates,
Jeff Mills,
Sex Pistols,
Suicide,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Erasure,
Lyres,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wings,
The Residents,
Tres Demented,
Inner City,
U.S. Maple,
Scientists,
The Saints,
Sugar Minott,
Grey Daturas,
The Victims,
Prince Buster,
Eden Ahbez,
Ronnie Foster,
The Birthday Party,
Leonard Cohen,
New York Dolls,
Magma,
Gong,
L. Decosne,
Alton Ellis,
Jacques Brel,
Swell Maps,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Agent Orange,
Kurtis Blow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Tremeloes,
JFA,
FM Einheit,
Bootsy Collins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Don Cherry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.