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 Korea North and from Taipei.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Mark Hollis to the punk 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joe Smooth,
the Slits,
Pharoah Sanders,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ohio Players,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Morten Harket,
Alton Ellis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Robert Wyatt,
Kayak,
Pantytec,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Walker Brothers,
Arthur Verocai,
The Doors,
Johnny Clarke,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scratch Acid,
Index,
Anthony Braxton,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
T.S.O.L.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bush Tetras,
Yusef Lateef,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minutemen,
Kaleidoscope,
Depeche Mode,
Pere Ubu,
48th St. Collective,
Intrusion,
Essential Logic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Sherman,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ice-T,
Heaven 17,
Symarip,
DJ Sneak,
Ronan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bronski Beat,
LL Cool J,
June Days,
David Bowie,
New Age Steppers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Coltrane,
Pantaleimon,
Lindisfarne,
Marshall Jefferson,
Khruangbin,
Masters at Work,
The Kinks,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.