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 Guinea and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the jazz 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
JFA,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soft Cell,
The Golliwogs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DJ Sneak,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Holt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
X-102,
Suburban Knight,
Roger Hodgson,
Sixth Finger,
Jacob Miller,
Gang Gang Dance,
Outsiders,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
In Retrospect,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bootsy Collins,
Ten City,
The Monks,
Eve St. Jones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nico,
Faust,
Fatback Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
New Age Steppers,
Slick Rick,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gregory Isaacs,
Chrome,
Lyres,
Goldenarms,
Blake Baxter,
Josef K,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cameo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scion,
Simply Red,
Mad Mike,
Sugar Minott,
Graham Central Station,
Bizarre Inc.,
Iggy Pop,
Junior Murvin,
Peter and Kerry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Standells,
The Index,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
48th St. Collective,
Wasted Youth,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.