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 Iceland and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Amazonics to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
The Misunderstood,
Main Source,
Arab on Radar,
Japan,
Mad Mike,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Anakelly,
F. McDonald,
R.M.O.,
Vladislav Delay,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultra Naté,
Patti Smith,
Desert Stars,
The Motions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Bauhaus,
Bush Tetras,
John Coltrane,
Pere Ubu,
The Young Rascals,
Whodini,
Schoolly D,
Kurtis Blow,
Nick Fraelich,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Quando Quango,
Con Funk Shun,
Sun Ra,
The Cramps,
Infiniti,
Lee Hazlewood,
Television,
The Martian,
Lindisfarne,
Connie Case,
Soft Cell,
The Electric Prunes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Judy Mowatt,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bootsy Collins,
Bang On A Can,
Bad Manners,
Procol Harum,
Deadbeat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Deakin,
Tim Buckley,
Flipper,
Second Layer,
Banda Bassotti,
China Crisis,
John Lydon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minor Threat,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lungfish,
Joensuu 1685,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.