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 Argentina and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Average White Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Henry Cow,
Ronan,
The Knickerbockers,
Colin Newman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Althea and Donna,
Lucky Dragons,
Crooked Eye,
Zapp,
Icehouse,
Eric B and Rakim,
Archie Shepp,
Surgeon,
The Mojo Men,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Motions,
La Düsseldorf,
Scan 7,
Youth Brigade,
Aloha Tigers,
Hardrive,
Metal Thangz,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rapeman,
Faust,
Yellowson,
The Cramps,
The Five Americans,
Moebius,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
These Immortal Souls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nick Fraelich,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Walker Brothers,
Laurel Aitken,
Mo-Dettes,
Essential Logic,
D'Angelo,
the Sonics,
Procol Harum,
Arcadia,
John Lydon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Evens,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Move,
Al Stewart,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Juan Atkins,
Drexciya,
Eurythmics,
The Monochrome Set,
Peter & Gordon,
The Monks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.