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 Nepal and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Scott Walker to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Khruangbin,
Mandrill,
Gabor Szabo,
Joyce Sims,
Harmonia,
Carl Craig,
10cc,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
Kayak,
Agent Orange,
Cameo,
Clear Light,
Darondo,
Theoretical Girls,
Tom Boy,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gang Gang Dance,
Banda Bassotti,
Reagan Youth,
Crash Course in Science,
Bill Near,
Blake Baxter,
Qualms,
Icehouse,
Stetsasonic,
Lindisfarne,
Bronski Beat,
Jeru the Damaja,
Yusef Lateef,
Thompson Twins,
Au Pairs,
Dark Day,
The New Christs,
The Seeds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Happenings,
Jacques Brel,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jesper Dahlback,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eli Mardock,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Graham Central Station,
Fela Kuti,
Kerri Chandler,
The Mummies,
the Fania All-Stars,
X-101,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barclay James Harvest,
a-ha,
MDC,
Godley & Creme,
Zero Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marmalade,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.