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 Swaziland and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Don Cherry,
Japan,
Ken Boothe,
Max Romeo,
Lucky Dragons,
Jeff Lynne,
the Human League,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eddi Front,
Amon Düül,
the Fania All-Stars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Blues Magoos,
The Five Americans,
Neu!,
Cameo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rekid,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eve St. Jones,
Zero Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
Mark Hollis,
Spandau Ballet,
FM Einheit,
DJ Sneak,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scion,
Gang Green,
The Smiths,
Roxy Music,
Mission of Burma,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gichy Dan,
Thee Headcoats,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Technova,
The Fortunes,
Lower 48,
The Dead C,
Saccharine Trust,
Cybotron,
Inner City,
The Human League,
Second Layer,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Talk Talk,
Zapp,
Absolute Body Control,
Janne Schatter,
Eric Dolphy,
Smog,
Brick,
Gerry Rafferty,
Freddie Wadling,
T.S.O.L.,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.