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 United States and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe 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 rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Trojans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Babytalk,
Pussy Galore,
The Evens,
Donald Byrd,
Harry Pussy,
Brick,
Severed Heads,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fad Gadget,
Derrick Morgan,
Desert Stars,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Golliwogs,
Scratch Acid,
Mandrill,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Association,
The Detroit Cobras,
Traffic Nightmare,
Amon Düül,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Delta 5,
Q65,
Marvin Gaye,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wolf Eyes,
Technova,
Black Pus,
Graham Central Station,
Glenn Branca,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eli Mardock,
Josef K,
Bobby Sherman,
Deadbeat,
Mark Hollis,
The Star Department,
Marine Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soft Machine,
Peter & Gordon,
The Martian,
Cluster,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Iggy Pop,
LL Cool J,
La Düsseldorf,
Young Marble Giants,
Can,
Soul II Soul,
Groovy Waters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Simply Red,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.