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 Tunisia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 The Young Rascals to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Byron Stingily,
Dennis Brown,
Kaleidoscope,
Todd Terry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Quantec,
The Residents,
Second Layer,
Amon Düül II,
Cecil Taylor,
Banda Bassotti,
Procol Harum,
Nirvana,
Chris & Cosey,
Roxy Music,
Simply Red,
Section 25,
Girls At Our Best!,
Young Marble Giants,
World's Most,
U.S. Maple,
Black Sheep,
The Stooges,
June Days,
Fluxion,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bootsy Collins,
The Evens,
Lakeside,
Nation of Ulysses,
Chris Corsano,
Albert Ayler,
The Motions,
Todd Rundgren,
Blossom Toes,
The Cure,
The Alarm Clocks,
Los Fastidios,
The Slits,
Gerry Rafferty,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fear,
Joey Negro,
Brass Construction,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gong,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tubeway Army,
Sex Pistols,
The Moleskins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eden Ahbez,
Mission of Burma,
Wings,
Parry Music,
Nico,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jeff Lynne,
New York Dolls,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.