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 Ireland and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes 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 Guru Guru to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
The Techniques,
The Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lucky Dragons,
Graham Central Station,
Massinfluence,
Scientists,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stiv Bators,
Ponytail,
Faraquet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scratch Acid,
Moss Icon,
Jeff Mills,
Grauzone,
Bobby Sherman,
MC5,
Nils Olav,
Sarah Menescal,
Byron Stingily,
The Monks,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Beau Brummels,
Derrick May,
K-Klass,
Zero Boys,
The Dead C,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bill Near,
Junior Murvin,
Eden Ahbez,
Lalann,
Anakelly,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Blackbyrds,
10cc,
Big Daddy Kane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Faust,
The Vogues,
Drive Like Jehu,
Parry Music,
The Fall,
Minnie Riperton,
Skriet,
Jacques Brel,
ABC,
Rhythm & Sound,
AZ,
Charles Mingus,
DJ Sneak,
Morten Harket,
The Smoke,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Skarface,
The Names,
Mandrill,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.