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 Bhutan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 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 Tim Buckley to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lindisfarne,
Danielle Patucci,
Moebius,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Chrome,
Tomorrow,
Agitation Free,
Rakim,
Josef K,
Dave Gahan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
cv313,
OOIOO,
the Slits,
Pulsallama,
Icehouse,
Bob Dylan,
The Star Department,
Crispian St. Peters,
Reagan Youth,
Althea and Donna,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Connie Case,
Aloha Tigers,
Sandy B,
Soft Cell,
Young Marble Giants,
Ohio Players,
Michelle Simonal,
Neu!,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hasil Adkins,
New Age Steppers,
Camouflage,
Ice-T,
Matthew Bourne,
D'Angelo,
The Kinks,
Angry Samoans,
The Cowsills,
The Electric Prunes,
DNA,
Negative Approach,
Rotary Connection,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Junior Murvin,
The Human League,
X-102,
Man Parrish,
Amazonics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soul II Soul,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Warsaw,
The Martian,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.