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 Cape Verde and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 This Heat to the jazz 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Max Romeo,
Bill Wells,
Blancmange,
Jesper Dahlback,
World's Most,
Scientists,
Jeff Lynne,
Juan Atkins,
Sound Behaviour,
Lucky Dragons,
Brand Nubian,
Joe Smooth,
The Litter,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barclay James Harvest,
June Days,
Cecil Taylor,
Joey Negro,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Young Marble Giants,
Theoretical Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
Circle Jerks,
KRS-One,
Vladislav Delay,
Robert Wyatt,
Johnny Clarke,
China Crisis,
Masters at Work,
Bill Near,
The Beau Brummels,
Ponytail,
R.M.O.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Das Ding,
Delta 5,
The Velvet Underground,
Crime,
Main Source,
The Residents,
The Music Machine,
Aloha Tigers,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fall,
Andrew Hill,
Brick,
The Sonics,
Model 500,
The Dead C,
Marine Girls,
Slave,
Hasil Adkins,
Porter Ricks,
The Evens,
Scratch Acid,
Clear Light,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cure,
Duran Duran,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.