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 Chile and from Columbus.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rufus Thomas to the techno 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Youth Brigade,
Roy Ayers,
Crooked Eye,
David Axelrod,
Fad Gadget,
Maurizio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Monks,
Rapeman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wolf Eyes,
Smog,
Harpers Bizarre,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Seeds,
The Tremeloes,
The Divine Comedy,
Henry Cow,
China Crisis,
Cameo,
The Cowsills,
John Holt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Busters,
The Music Machine,
Tears for Fears,
The Sonics,
Lee Hazlewood,
Saccharine Trust,
Boz Scaggs,
Dennis Brown,
Ornette Coleman,
The Barracudas,
The Grass Roots,
Cheater Slicks,
John Lydon,
Suicide,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
June of 44,
Nils Olav,
Kaleidoscope,
X-101,
Simply Red,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Desert Stars,
Sonic Youth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Malaria!,
The Raincoats,
cv313,
Oblivians,
Joyce Sims,
The Techniques,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yellowson,
Television Personalities,
One Last Wish,
Talk Talk,
Alphaville,
Q65,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.