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 Mali and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba 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 Flipper to the funk 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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
JFA,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Blues Magoos,
Danielle Patucci,
Mad Mike,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Popol Vuh,
Lalo Schifrin,
Steve Hackett,
Schoolly D,
Marcia Griffiths,
Iggy Pop,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Count Five,
Lee Hazlewood,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Skarface,
Maleditus Sound,
Television,
La Düsseldorf,
Monks,
The Sonics,
Marc Almond,
The Associates,
Nick Fraelich,
Susan Cadogan,
Minny Pops,
Tears for Fears,
Second Layer,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deepchord,
Altered Images,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Organ,
Derrick Morgan,
KRS-One,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Spandau Ballet,
Leonard Cohen,
Supertramp,
Stiv Bators,
Todd Terry,
Gerry Rafferty,
Chrome,
The Tremeloes,
Marine Girls,
Guru Guru,
Talk Talk,
Procol Harum,
Fat Boys,
Flamin' Groovies,
AZ,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Toasters,
New York Dolls,
Malaria!,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Vainqueur,
U.S. Maple,
Clear Light,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.