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 Poland and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Robert Palmer 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 Sixth Finger to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
X-101,
Minnie Riperton,
Mars,
Panda Bear,
CMW,
Make Up,
Spoonie Gee,
Duran Duran,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joensuu 1685,
The Birthday Party,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Babytalk,
Jandek,
Soft Machine,
Hasil Adkins,
Shoche,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brothers Johnson,
Public Enemy,
Gabor Szabo,
Can,
This Heat,
Arthur Verocai,
kango's stein massive,
The Real Kids,
Kaleidoscope,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wire,
the Swans,
Chris & Cosey,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Bananas,
Andrew Hill,
Young Marble Giants,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Excepter,
Roxy Music,
The Barracudas,
The Index,
Sandy B,
New Age Steppers,
The Raincoats,
Althea and Donna,
John Holt,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Magma,
Faust,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sight & Sound,
Derrick May,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Doobie Brothers,
Danielle Patucci,
Organ,
Mantronix,
Eyeless In Gaza,
ABBA,
Au Pairs,
Niagra,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.