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 San Marino and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
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 linndrum 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 Bobby Sherman to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
DNA,
Monks,
Niagra,
Thee Headcoats,
Donald Byrd,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bluetip,
Pulsallama,
The Toasters,
John Foxx,
Toni Rubio,
Terry Callier,
Grey Daturas,
Marvin Gaye,
Crime,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Golliwogs,
Arab on Radar,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Accadde A,
Hot Snakes,
Soul II Soul,
Little Man,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jeff Lynne,
Warren Ellis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Thompson Twins,
Cybotron,
Japan,
The New Christs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Colin Newman,
Sister Nancy,
Franke,
Goldenarms,
Yazoo,
Alice Coltrane,
Pole,
The Flesh Eaters,
Juan Atkins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Curtis Mayfield,
Todd Terry,
Heaven 17,
T.S.O.L.,
JFA,
Lucky Dragons,
Tim Buckley,
Sound Behaviour,
Rites of Spring,
Pagans,
Chris Corsano,
The Neon Judgement,
Adolescents,
Marine Girls,
Scientists,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Coltrane,
Barrington Levy,
The Cowsills,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.