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 Guinea and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator 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 The Evens to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Judy Mowatt,
Letta Mbulu,
Toni Rubio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Procol Harum,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Oblivians,
Franke,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Chris Corsano,
Icehouse,
Radiohead,
Joe Finger,
Black Bananas,
DJ Sneak,
Charles Mingus,
Steve Hackett,
Arcadia,
10cc,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Arthur Verocai,
The Angels of Light,
Jacob Miller,
MDC,
Thompson Twins,
Bobby Womack,
Absolute Body Control,
Essential Logic,
Surgeon,
Darondo,
Pierre Henry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Skarface,
kango's stein massive,
Quadrant,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Reuben Wilson,
The Toasters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pole,
The Durutti Column,
Mars,
Radio Birdman,
The Monochrome Set,
Easy Going,
Black Sheep,
Derrick May,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Supertramp,
Kurtis Blow,
Ornette Coleman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Donald Byrd,
Ludus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minutemen,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joyce Sims,
The Offenders,
Negative Approach,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.