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 Nepal and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lower 48 to the jazz 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Pop Group,
Stetsasonic,
Angry Samoans,
The Victims,
Los Fastidios,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rites of Spring,
Harpers Bizarre,
Janne Schatter,
Sun City Girls,
Adolescents,
Make Up,
The Dave Clark Five,
Zapp,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Siglo XX,
Delta 5,
Man Parrish,
D'Angelo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Malaria!,
The Divine Comedy,
Y Pants,
Alice Coltrane,
Pierre Henry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Derrick May,
Intrusion,
La Düsseldorf,
Rekid,
New Age Steppers,
The Dirtbombs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The New Christs,
The Fuzztones,
Neu!,
Procol Harum,
Rapeman,
Basic Channel,
Chris & Cosey,
Thompson Twins,
Mark Hollis,
Flipper,
The American Breed,
Kool Moe Dee,
Camouflage,
Interpol,
LL Cool J,
Glenn Branca,
Harmonia,
Skriet,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cluster,
Tears for Fears,
Brothers Johnson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.