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 St Lucia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 Dual Sessions to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
The Names,
The Smoke,
Boz Scaggs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mandrill,
Black Moon,
Barry Ungar,
The Walker Brothers,
Jacques Brel,
Tears for Fears,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tres Demented,
Black Sheep,
Moby Grape,
Reuben Wilson,
Wire,
Hoover,
Scientists,
Gang of Four,
The Doobie Brothers,
June Days,
Symarip,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
OOIOO,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Skatalites,
a-ha,
Rosa Yemen,
Bad Manners,
Ronan,
Derrick Morgan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Stooges,
Arab on Radar,
Toni Rubio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Supertramp,
Guru Guru,
Robert Hood,
The Moody Blues,
Los Fastidios,
The Blues Magoos,
The Vogues,
Fela Kuti,
Vainqueur,
Ultravox,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ludus,
Funky Four + One,
John Cale,
Ultra Naté,
Trumans Water,
The Pop Group,
Alice Coltrane,
The Electric Prunes,
Barbara Tucker,
Masters at Work,
Kurtis Blow,
Altered Images,
Dave Gahan,
A Certain Ratio,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.