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 Greece and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron 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 ABC to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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,
Wings,
Q65,
Camouflage,
Unwound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Toasters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
X-101,
Aswad,
Funky Four + One,
The Grass Roots,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Agitation Free,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gang of Four,
The Alarm Clocks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bad Manners,
Quantec,
Gastr Del Sol,
Charles Mingus,
Drexciya,
Bobby Womack,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sex Pistols,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Altered Images,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bill Wells,
Make Up,
Eric Copeland,
Eyeless In Gaza,
June of 44,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Desert Stars,
Ossler,
The Gladiators,
Todd Rundgren,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lalann,
Flipper,
Tubeway Army,
Magazine,
Joensuu 1685,
Brass Construction,
Nico,
Pere Ubu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Deepchord,
Qualms,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brand Nubian,
the Normal,
a-ha,
Pierre Henry,
Khruangbin,
Urselle,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.