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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Spandau Ballet to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Little Man,
New Age Steppers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cameo,
Danielle Patucci,
Nik Kershaw,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Liliput,
The Misunderstood,
Sällskapet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
cv313,
Excepter,
X-102,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Franke,
Altered Images,
Fela Kuti,
T.S.O.L.,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ornette Coleman,
World's Most,
Tres Demented,
Y Pants,
The Invisible,
Dark Day,
Skriet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camouflage,
Quadrant,
Archie Shepp,
Magma,
Stereo Dub,
Rufus Thomas,
The Leaves,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crime,
Rakim,
Traffic Nightmare,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Offenders,
Neu!,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Heaven 17,
The Mummies,
Flash Fearless,
Dave Gahan,
Reuben Wilson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Moleskins,
Joyce Sims,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joe Smooth,
The J.B.'s,
Warren Ellis,
Ponytail,
Gang Starr,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.