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 Turkmenistan and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Stooges to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Pagans,
The Young Rascals,
The Velvet Underground,
Jerry's Kids,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Divine Comedy,
Cameo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soulsonic Force,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sun Ra,
Negative Approach,
Public Enemy,
The Mummies,
Khruangbin,
Aaron Thompson,
Sixth Finger,
Gabor Szabo,
Von Mondo,
Sonic Youth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lungfish,
Wolf Eyes,
Gichy Dan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Move,
Zapp,
Isaac Hayes,
Lou Christie,
Junior Murvin,
The Searchers,
Technova,
Letta Mbulu,
June of 44,
The Skatalites,
Jawbox,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Neu!,
The Birthday Party,
Average White Band,
The Tremeloes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Thee Headcoats,
T.S.O.L.,
Deepchord,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Offenders,
Fluxion,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scan 7,
Tommy Roe,
Soul II Soul,
The Doors,
These Immortal Souls,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.