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 Guinea and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb 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 Freddie Wadling to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Wire,
LL Cool J,
Stereo Dub,
Althea and Donna,
The Five Americans,
B.T. Express,
Sister Nancy,
Technova,
Ken Boothe,
Trumans Water,
Rapeman,
Nirvana,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Basic Channel,
Newcleus,
Sixth Finger,
Charles Mingus,
Boogie Down Productions,
Banda Bassotti,
Stetsasonic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roxette,
Grandmaster Flash,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Red Krayola,
Sparks,
Cymande,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fugs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
PIL,
New Order,
Wally Richardson,
Erasure,
Stiv Bators,
Depeche Mode,
Mark Hollis,
The Skatalites,
The Detroit Cobras,
Faraquet,
DJ Sneak,
X-102,
Man Parrish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Derrick May,
Underground Resistance,
Alison Limerick,
Thompson Twins,
Quando Quango,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Moon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Iggy Pop,
a-ha,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Young Rascals,
Arcadia,
Guru Guru,
Gang of Four,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.