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 Sri Lanka and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the grunge 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Kerri Chandler,
The Neon Judgement,
The Tremeloes,
Brand Nubian,
Beasts of Bourbon,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Womack,
X-101,
The Invisible,
Skriet,
Cluster,
Rod Modell,
Agitation Free,
Bronski Beat,
Saccharine Trust,
The Smiths,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Malaria!,
Lebanon Hanover,
Little Man,
World's Most,
Marine Girls,
Liliput,
Tim Buckley,
Johnny Clarke,
The American Breed,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Icehouse,
The Star Department,
Neu!,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kaleidoscope,
Crime,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pagans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
China Crisis,
Echospace,
Lou Reed,
Blancmange,
Freddie Wadling,
Skarface,
Black Flag,
Gerry Rafferty,
Essential Logic,
Supertramp,
Camouflage,
Brick,
Gabor Szabo,
The Searchers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alphaville,
Roy Ayers,
Derrick Morgan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.