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 Palau and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eli Mardock to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Intrusion,
Swell Maps,
Scion,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Association,
Spoonie Gee,
Amon Düül II,
Smog,
Eli Mardock,
John Lydon,
Moebius,
The Buckinghams,
E-Dancer,
Prince Buster,
Juan Atkins,
Model 500,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lindisfarne,
Scrapy,
Supertramp,
Carl Craig,
Morten Harket,
Bootsy Collins,
Joey Negro,
Crispian St. Peters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
In Retrospect,
Malaria!,
David Axelrod,
Gichy Dan,
UT,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Flipper,
Scott Walker,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Procol Harum,
The Kinks,
Robert Wyatt,
Faust,
Cymande,
Parry Music,
Zapp,
Boredoms,
Tommy Roe,
Guru Guru,
kango's stein massive,
Depeche Mode,
Kerri Chandler,
Neu!,
The Skatalites,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deepchord,
Sun City Girls,
The Grass Roots,
Radio Birdman,
The Detroit Cobras,
James White and The Blacks,
The Standells,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.