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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Shadows of Knight to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra 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?
Soul Sonic Force,
Silicon Teens,
The Pop Group,
Joe Smooth,
Absolute Body Control,
Excepter,
Index,
Vainqueur,
Aloha Tigers,
Nirvana,
Ronan,
Cheater Slicks,
Jacques Brel,
Mandrill,
Robert Hood,
The Five Americans,
Cymande,
Sonny Sharrock,
Danielle Patucci,
Underground Resistance,
Donald Byrd,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roxette,
Sparks,
New Age Steppers,
Marmalade,
Crime,
Zero Boys,
Boredoms,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bad Manners,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sex Pistols,
Sixth Finger,
DJ Style,
David Bowie,
Swell Maps,
UT,
John Lydon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Altered Images,
T. Rex,
Black Sheep,
Bang On A Can,
Flipper,
Man Parrish,
Peter & Gordon,
Lakeside,
The Searchers,
kango's stein massive,
MDC,
Lalo Schifrin,
In Retrospect,
Eurythmics,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Icehouse,
The Move,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.