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 St Lucia 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar 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 Deadbeat to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Man Parrish,
Marine Girls,
Arcadia,
Piero Umiliani,
Ludus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Reed,
Livin' Joy,
Matthew Bourne,
Adolescents,
The Raincoats,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nico,
Wolf Eyes,
Cheater Slicks,
48th St. Collective,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ronnie Foster,
Yaz,
James White and The Blacks,
Alton Ellis,
Thompson Twins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Sound,
Brand Nubian,
Black Pus,
The Toasters,
Nirvana,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jeru the Damaja,
Circle Jerks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Monks,
Babytalk,
Harmonia,
Jacques Brel,
Amon Düül,
Scott Walker,
The United States of America,
Joe Finger,
Pantaleimon,
Sound Behaviour,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Echospace,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gang of Four,
Beasts of Bourbon,
cv313,
World's Most,
Marvin Gaye,
Metal Thangz,
Organ,
Electric Prunes,
Wings,
Fad Gadget,
Sun City Girls,
The Durutti Column,
Delta 5,
Jeff Mills,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.