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 Vietnam and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Duran Duran to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
The Skatalites,
The Happenings,
Pantaleimon,
Piero Umiliani,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jacques Brel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brothers Johnson,
Cecil Taylor,
Graham Central Station,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scrapy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Spandau Ballet,
Thee Headcoats,
Pussy Galore,
Rod Modell,
Fatback Band,
Malaria!,
The Cure,
Liliput,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minny Pops,
Dark Day,
Nirvana,
Alice Coltrane,
DJ Style,
The Beau Brummels,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cramps,
Pantytec,
Television,
The Fire Engines,
Chrome,
Angry Samoans,
Marvin Gaye,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lungfish,
Neil Young,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Agitation Free,
Roxette,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Shadows of Knight,
Boogie Down Productions,
Niagra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Robert Görl,
June Days,
Masters at Work,
kango's stein massive,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Thompson Twins,
Ultra Naté,
The Searchers,
The Wake,
Icehouse,
The Stooges,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.