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 United Kingdom and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin 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 Kaleidoscope to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
The Birthday Party,
Easy Going,
Pharoah Sanders,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bizarre Inc.,
Carl Craig,
Joey Negro,
Siglo XX,
Harpers Bizarre,
PIL,
LL Cool J,
Sound Behaviour,
The Moody Blues,
Nirvana,
Yellowson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dorothy Ashby,
Moebius,
Janne Schatter,
Scott Walker,
Heaven 17,
EPMD,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sun Ra,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Evens,
Joe Finger,
Make Up,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Erasure,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fluxion,
Junior Murvin,
Moby Grape,
Fugazi,
One Last Wish,
Lucky Dragons,
Avey Tare,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minutemen,
Agent Orange,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hashim,
Jawbox,
Wally Richardson,
L. Decosne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Schoolly D,
Pussy Galore,
Colin Newman,
Pere Ubu,
Das Ding,
The Fire Engines,
Talk Talk,
Marc Almond,
Davy DMX,
Pagans,
Fela Kuti,
Cameo,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.