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 Belize and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Holger Czukay 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 Peter and Kerry to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Avey Tare,
Circle Jerks,
Johnny Clarke,
Audionom,
Black Sheep,
Althea and Donna,
Supertramp,
Barbara Tucker,
Tears for Fears,
Lee Hazlewood,
The American Breed,
Pere Ubu,
Amon Düül II,
Sun Ra,
Cameo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Animal Collective,
Eric Dolphy,
Alison Limerick,
Rufus Thomas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marine Girls,
Dennis Brown,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marc Almond,
Joy Division,
Matthew Bourne,
Essential Logic,
Unrelated Segments,
June of 44,
Scratch Acid,
The Standells,
Robert Wyatt,
Tubeway Army,
Grey Daturas,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eric Copeland,
Lakeside,
Arcadia,
Soul Sonic Force,
Big Daddy Kane,
Y Pants,
The Five Americans,
The Selecter,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Monks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dark Day,
Harmonia,
the Human League,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Radiohead,
Erasure,
Franke,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Neon Judgement,
Gong,
AZ,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.