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 Malawi and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen 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 harpsichord 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 The Remains to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Spandau Ballet,
Interpol,
Unwound,
B.T. Express,
The Fugs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Niagra,
Patti Smith,
Max Romeo,
Henry Cow,
Clear Light,
David McCallum,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Smiths,
Ludus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sister Nancy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Star Department,
Jeff Mills,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nirvana,
The New Christs,
Babytalk,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Maurizio,
Chris & Cosey,
Wolf Eyes,
Hasil Adkins,
Girls At Our Best!,
Talk Talk,
Blake Baxter,
Livin' Joy,
Sound Behaviour,
John Holt,
The Toasters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Morten Harket,
DJ Style,
Outsiders,
Echospace,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
KRS-One,
Peter and Kerry,
Crispian St. Peters,
Amon Düül,
Little Man,
Quadrant,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
H. Thieme,
Derrick Morgan,
F. McDonald,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Organ,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Schoolly D,
Blossom Toes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Loose Ends,
Ossler,
Skriet,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.