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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 Jeff Lynne 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Yazoo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Morten Harket,
The Slits,
8 Eyed Spy,
Erykah Badu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
New Age Steppers,
The Human League,
The Searchers,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Residents,
K-Klass,
Drive Like Jehu,
Talk Talk,
Chris Corsano,
The Electric Prunes,
John Cale,
The Seeds,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Skatalites,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Neon Judgement,
X-102,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Associates,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sam Rivers,
Wings,
DJ Style,
Joe Finger,
the Human League,
Suicide,
Barclay James Harvest,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Symarip,
The Gories,
Joe Smooth,
X-Ray Spex,
Janne Schatter,
Stockholm Monsters,
Q and Not U,
The Walker Brothers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Terry Callier,
Mo-Dettes,
Tres Demented,
Tommy Roe,
Tomorrow,
Fad Gadget,
Aloha Tigers,
MDC,
Todd Terry,
The Durutti Column,
Liliput,
OOIOO,
Half Japanese,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Move,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Doobie Brothers,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.