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 Eritrea and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Young Rascals to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
The Monks,
Country Teasers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Flag,
Delta 5,
The Star Department,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tom Boy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Victims,
The Modern Lovers,
Amazonics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camberwell Now,
Urselle,
Khruangbin,
Magma,
Crash Course in Science,
Motorama,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Agitation Free,
Bronski Beat,
The Skatalites,
The J.B.'s,
Electric Light Orchestra,
K-Klass,
The Gap Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nils Olav,
The Slits,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sight & Sound,
Sex Pistols,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
One Last Wish,
Wasted Youth,
Accadde A,
Excepter,
Circle Jerks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ralphi Rosario,
Harmonia,
Make Up,
Bob Dylan,
ABBA,
Steve Hackett,
Carl Craig,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scott Walker,
Janne Schatter,
Camouflage,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Last Poets,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.