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 Cameroon and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Unwound,
the Association,
Hasil Adkins,
Marine Girls,
Procol Harum,
Todd Terry,
Aural Exciters,
10cc,
Bauhaus,
Chris & Cosey,
Colin Newman,
The Dead C,
D'Angelo,
Bang On A Can,
In Retrospect,
Funky Four + One,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Junior Murvin,
The Smoke,
Nils Olav,
The Raincoats,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grey Daturas,
The Five Americans,
Sällskapet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Make Up,
Jeff Mills,
Charles Mingus,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Index,
Soft Machine,
Cluster,
Marcia Griffiths,
Guru Guru,
New York Dolls,
Outsiders,
Oneida,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gap Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gil Scott Heron,
X-Ray Spex,
Schoolly D,
Howard Jones,
Letta Mbulu,
Cal Tjader,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pantytec,
Jawbox,
Mad Mike,
The Tremeloes,
Roxette,
Severed Heads,
The Motions,
Bobby Byrd,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.