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 Montenegro and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Ossler to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
ABC,
Wasted Youth,
a-ha,
Danielle Patucci,
Brand Nubian,
Bobby Hutcherson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ponytail,
Circle Jerks,
Pole,
The Blues Magoos,
X-101,
Au Pairs,
The Pretty Things,
Amon Düül,
Juan Atkins,
Franke,
Don Cherry,
Byron Stingily,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Royal Trux,
Buzzcocks,
Kaleidoscope,
L. Decosne,
Quadrant,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mars,
Oblivians,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Deakin,
Derrick Morgan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Neu!,
Rapeman,
Bobby Sherman,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Swell Maps,
Cecil Taylor,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Youth Brigade,
Gichy Dan,
The Misunderstood,
Magazine,
Quando Quango,
the Sonics,
Los Fastidios,
Fad Gadget,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jeff Mills,
Skarface,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Peter & Gordon,
Ituana,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Harry Pussy,
Average White Band,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.