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 Croatia and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Popol Vuh,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Christie,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
James White and The Blacks,
Half Japanese,
The Selecter,
The Tremeloes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nik Kershaw,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Janne Schatter,
DJ Style,
Althea and Donna,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Freddie Wadling,
Metal Thangz,
Wire,
Tommy Roe,
Rakim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rapeman,
Inner City,
Roger Hodgson,
Robert Hood,
The Standells,
Mission of Burma,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Beau Brummels,
Kas Product,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Remains,
Sällskapet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lucky Dragons,
Byron Stingily,
Little Man,
Fear,
The Misunderstood,
Rotary Connection,
Radiopuhelimet,
Unwound,
John Holt,
The Monks,
Susan Cadogan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Funky Four + One,
Jeff Lynne,
Eden Ahbez,
Arab on Radar,
Barry Ungar,
New Order,
Rekid,
Nick Fraelich,
Aswad,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.