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 Papua New Guinea and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum 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 Au Pairs to the dance 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Fad Gadget,
Eli Mardock,
The Leaves,
Porter Ricks,
Connie Case,
Howard Jones,
Avey Tare,
Roy Ayers,
Panda Bear,
Boredoms,
Visage,
Anakelly,
Cheater Slicks,
Faust,
London Community Gospel Choir,
X-Ray Spex,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aloha Tigers,
Ponytail,
Erasure,
Hardrive,
Prince Buster,
Warren Ellis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
48th St. Collective,
Eric Copeland,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ossler,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barbara Tucker,
Kayak,
Hashim,
Pylon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gabor Szabo,
Jacques Brel,
Youth Brigade,
Simply Red,
the Swans,
KRS-One,
the Slits,
Roger Hodgson,
Godley & Creme,
Josef K,
Infiniti,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pagans,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cowsills,
Average White Band,
Faraquet,
China Crisis,
Sound Behaviour,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Talk Talk,
The Fugs,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.