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 Morocco and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eddi Front to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ten City,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Gun Club,
Bobby Byrd,
Fat Boys,
These Immortal Souls,
The Pop Group,
Mark Hollis,
Smog,
Swans,
Chrome,
Anthony Braxton,
X-102,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Circle Jerks,
Masters at Work,
Interpol,
Josef K,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Flag,
Excepter,
Bizarre Inc.,
Monolake,
Dawn Penn,
Ultra Naté,
Sparks,
Japan,
The Buckinghams,
Marmalade,
Girls At Our Best!,
Steve Hackett,
Unwound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Al Stewart,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Remains,
Camouflage,
Cecil Taylor,
Mandrill,
Joey Negro,
The Residents,
Ronnie Foster,
The Detroit Cobras,
Newcleus,
Piero Umiliani,
The Alarm Clocks,
FM Einheit,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Real Kids,
The Cramps,
Intrusion,
Panda Bear,
Little Man,
Hardrive,
The American Breed,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.