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 Madagascar and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Colin Newman to the grunge 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Bob Dylan,
Blossom Toes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Christie,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Soft Cell,
Pole,
Boz Scaggs,
The Searchers,
Quadrant,
Negative Approach,
Terrestrial Tones,
Derrick Morgan,
Electric Prunes,
Duran Duran,
Banda Bassotti,
Roger Hodgson,
La Düsseldorf,
Moss Icon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Newcleus,
The Gladiators,
U.S. Maple,
Radio Birdman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joyce Sims,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nico,
The Selecter,
Nik Kershaw,
Intrusion,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Pop Group,
EPMD,
Glambeats Corp.,
Index,
The Techniques,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Godley & Creme,
Gabor Szabo,
Minutemen,
Anakelly,
Procol Harum,
Von Mondo,
Slick Rick,
T. Rex,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Bananas,
Lucky Dragons,
The Remains,
Masters at Work,
D'Angelo,
Icehouse,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Quantec,
Jacques Brel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ossler,
ABC,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.