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 Sudan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the disco 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
The Birthday Party,
The Saints,
Brass Construction,
Cecil Taylor,
The Golliwogs,
Arcadia,
Toni Rubio,
Swans,
Bill Wells,
Wings,
Scratch Acid,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jesper Dahlback,
Von Mondo,
Make Up,
Easy Going,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sister Nancy,
Parry Music,
Franke,
Duran Duran,
Robert Görl,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Icehouse,
Quantec,
Sam Rivers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Prince Buster,
Agitation Free,
Intrusion,
Brand Nubian,
The Gories,
Morten Harket,
48th St. Collective,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Blues Magoos,
Marmalade,
Deepchord,
Magma,
Moby Grape,
Buzzcocks,
New Age Steppers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Moebius,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Durutti Column,
Wire,
The Leaves,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dual Sessions,
Iggy Pop,
Lee Hazlewood,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
This Heat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Basic Channel,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.