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 Liechtenstein and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Erykah Badu to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Zapp,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Selecter,
Aswad,
The Skatalites,
Ultravox,
Royal Trux,
Warren Ellis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Maurizio,
Amon Düül,
The Smoke,
Derrick May,
Quando Quango,
Gang Gang Dance,
Delta 5,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nik Kershaw,
Severed Heads,
Newcleus,
Black Pus,
John Lydon,
Aural Exciters,
Public Enemy,
Heaven 17,
Alice Coltrane,
Todd Rundgren,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Womack,
OOIOO,
Depeche Mode,
Byron Stingily,
Marc Almond,
Goldenarms,
Gong,
Stiv Bators,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Techniques,
X-101,
Brothers Johnson,
Henry Cow,
Eric Copeland,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Magma,
New Order,
Shuggie Otis,
Boredoms,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pulsallama,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.