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 Barbados and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 ABBA to the techno 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Index,
Marc Almond,
Quando Quango,
Pantaleimon,
Robert Wyatt,
Donny Hathaway,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gabor Szabo,
PIL,
The Beau Brummels,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Adolescents,
The Seeds,
Cameo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hot Snakes,
Motorama,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pagans,
Eddi Front,
The Vogues,
The Stooges,
Con Funk Shun,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Searchers,
Man Parrish,
Accadde A,
Yaz,
Procol Harum,
Glenn Branca,
The Skatalites,
Scan 7,
The Durutti Column,
Aloha Tigers,
Public Enemy,
Hardrive,
Boz Scaggs,
Underground Resistance,
EPMD,
Sonic Youth,
Mo-Dettes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scott Walker,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Flag,
Matthew Bourne,
Moss Icon,
Kurtis Blow,
The Golliwogs,
A Certain Ratio,
Quantec,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tim Buckley,
The United States of America,
La Düsseldorf,
The Raincoats,
The Smoke,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.