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 New York.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scott Walker,
ABBA,
Nik Kershaw,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Electric Prunes,
Spandau Ballet,
Erykah Badu,
Kool Moe Dee,
Skriet,
the Normal,
Sun City Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Music Machine,
Sexual Harrassment,
Franke,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Popol Vuh,
Severed Heads,
the Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Davy DMX,
Thee Headcoats,
The Searchers,
Lou Reed,
Peter and Kerry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
New Order,
Sister Nancy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fluxion,
Lalann,
Dorothy Ashby,
These Immortal Souls,
Country Teasers,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Index,
The Buckinghams,
The New Christs,
The Leaves,
Soft Machine,
Ludus,
Toni Rubio,
Little Man,
The Remains,
Donny Hathaway,
Magma,
Organ,
Andrew Hill,
Bush Tetras,
The Mojo Men,
Isaac Hayes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Technova,
Index,
Eve St. Jones,
The Raincoats,
Faust,
Freddie Wadling,
Audionom,
Rotary Connection,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.