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 Kiribati and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Eric Dolphy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Minny Pops,
Nick Fraelich,
Radiohead,
Jandek,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fall,
The Standells,
Graham Central Station,
Kevin Saunderson,
Y Pants,
F. McDonald,
Byron Stingily,
Robert Hood,
Funky Four + One,
Scientists,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Juan Atkins,
Soft Machine,
Index,
Black Bananas,
John Cale,
the Slits,
Harry Pussy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Matthew Halsall,
MC5,
The Vogues,
Pierre Henry,
Yaz,
Sister Nancy,
H. Thieme,
Slick Rick,
The Count Five,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Slackers,
Ohio Players,
Delta 5,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pantaleimon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Blossom Toes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sällskapet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tres Demented,
Susan Cadogan,
The J.B.'s,
Barrington Levy,
Alphaville,
Subhumans,
Ultra Naté,
Deadbeat,
Electric Prunes,
Warsaw,
Visage,
The Fugs,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.