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 Georgia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Thompson Twins to the crunk 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Suburban Knight,
The Residents,
The Martian,
Minny Pops,
Ludus,
Joey Negro,
CMW,
Minnie Riperton,
Sun City Girls,
Lungfish,
David Bowie,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marc Almond,
Warsaw,
Royal Trux,
Ossler,
Skriet,
Animal Collective,
Arab on Radar,
Simply Red,
Bush Tetras,
Lower 48,
Spandau Ballet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Kinks,
Franke,
Skarface,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
New Order,
Siglo XX,
a-ha,
The Pop Group,
Oneida,
PIL,
Brothers Johnson,
Buzzcocks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roxette,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ronnie Foster,
Shoche,
Scan 7,
Schoolly D,
Arcadia,
The Vogues,
Roxy Music,
Bad Manners,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Flag,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Names,
Pet Shop Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Leaves,
Mo-Dettes,
Alice Coltrane,
China Crisis,
Eve St. Jones,
Big Daddy Kane,
U.S. Maple,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.