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 Laos and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro 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 Matthew Bourne to the crunk 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Kaleidoscope,
Derrick Morgan,
Warren Ellis,
Althea and Donna,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tubeway Army,
The Offenders,
Porter Ricks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Reed,
Matthew Halsall,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gil Scott Heron,
Howard Jones,
Electric Prunes,
Malaria!,
The Knickerbockers,
Hoover,
Technova,
Colin Newman,
Quantec,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jeff Mills,
Index,
Ultravox,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lyres,
Todd Rundgren,
Ken Boothe,
A Certain Ratio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rod Modell,
John Foxx,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scan 7,
U.S. Maple,
Reagan Youth,
Freddie Wadling,
Unwound,
The Toasters,
the Normal,
OOIOO,
Mo-Dettes,
Public Enemy,
K-Klass,
Severed Heads,
Mandrill,
The Associates,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Womack,
Q65,
The Happenings,
Marine Girls,
Stiv Bators,
Stereo Dub,
Surgeon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
China Crisis,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.