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 Belgium and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 John Cale to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Hardrive,
Jeru the Damaja,
cv313,
Jeff Lynne,
Von Mondo,
Duran Duran,
Q and Not U,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
X-Ray Spex,
Second Layer,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soulsonic Force,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Warsaw,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Smog,
Lindisfarne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alphaville,
Gang Starr,
The Fire Engines,
Lucky Dragons,
Jacques Brel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Derrick Morgan,
The Leaves,
Sonny Sharrock,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fall,
R.M.O.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Average White Band,
Clear Light,
Brothers Johnson,
Kayak,
Fela Kuti,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ronnie Foster,
Deadbeat,
Negative Approach,
Dave Gahan,
Dawn Penn,
The Saints,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jandek,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Idris Muhammad,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Morten Harket,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.