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 Jamaica 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 Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Bobby Womack to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Tommy Roe,
Chris Corsano,
Pagans,
Absolute Body Control,
The Red Krayola,
Lightning Bolt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Delon & Dalcan,
Audionom,
Carl Craig,
Sandy B,
Sällskapet,
Oneida,
Marc Almond,
Erasure,
John Coltrane,
Gong,
Rufus Thomas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Glenn Branca,
Hashim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sixth Finger,
Khruangbin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
T.S.O.L.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nils Olav,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Junior Murvin,
Isaac Hayes,
The Beau Brummels,
The Standells,
The Shadows of Knight,
cv313,
Desert Stars,
T. Rex,
New Order,
48th St. Collective,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brick,
Ossler,
Con Funk Shun,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sam Rivers,
CMW,
FM Einheit,
Adolescents,
John Lydon,
John Cale,
Hot Snakes,
Jeff Lynne,
X-101,
Boredoms,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Lalann,
Derrick Morgan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.