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 Beijing.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Hutcherson to the grime 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Association,
Gastr Del Sol,
Organ,
Skaos,
The Move,
Lungfish,
Cybotron,
Cheater Slicks,
Minnie Riperton,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Cale,
Newcleus,
Pulsallama,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Loose Ends,
Ituana,
Icehouse,
Blossom Toes,
Agent Orange,
The Gun Club,
Animal Collective,
Bush Tetras,
Pere Ubu,
Quadrant,
Gabor Szabo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pantaleimon,
Howard Jones,
June Days,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Whodini,
Parry Music,
Mo-Dettes,
Clear Light,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roxy Music,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Stooges,
Soul Sonic Force,
Franke,
Max Romeo,
A Certain Ratio,
Sight & Sound,
Goldenarms,
Motorama,
Flamin' Groovies,
Magazine,
The Angels of Light,
Ice-T,
Kerri Chandler,
Zero Boys,
DJ Sneak,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aswad,
Joyce Sims,
Delon & Dalcan,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.