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 Turkmenistan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Icehouse to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
The New Christs,
Joyce Sims,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Arcadia,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Terry Callier,
CMW,
Sonic Youth,
Black Sheep,
kango's stein massive,
Lyres,
The Walker Brothers,
Blancmange,
Rekid,
The Pretty Things,
These Immortal Souls,
Hashim,
Eve St. Jones,
Metal Thangz,
Gil Scott Heron,
Adolescents,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fortunes,
The Shadows of Knight,
La Düsseldorf,
Fugazi,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mandrill,
Rites of Spring,
Animal Collective,
Tropical Tobacco,
Negative Approach,
Half Japanese,
The Cure,
The Invisible,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Popol Vuh,
Boogie Down Productions,
Supertramp,
Connie Case,
Aaron Thompson,
World's Most,
Japan,
Interpol,
Livin' Joy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cheater Slicks,
Heaven 17,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Steve Hackett,
Country Teasers,
Maurizio,
Tommy Roe,
Buzzcocks,
Prince Buster,
Drive Like Jehu,
David Axelrod,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.