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 Monaco and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Quadrant to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
the Normal,
Don Cherry,
Supertramp,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Christie,
Lebanon Hanover,
Susan Cadogan,
Depeche Mode,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Moon,
PIL,
The Selecter,
Cymande,
Faraquet,
Eddi Front,
Pussy Galore,
Morten Harket,
R.M.O.,
Con Funk Shun,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ossler,
Jeru the Damaja,
Whodini,
The Durutti Column,
Malaria!,
Colin Newman,
Gang Green,
Outsiders,
Idris Muhammad,
ABC,
Scientists,
The Gun Club,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Trojans,
Amon Düül,
Girls At Our Best!,
K-Klass,
Lalann,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Arthur Verocai,
The Dave Clark Five,
Throbbing Gristle,
Television,
Jacob Miller,
Sex Pistols,
Youth Brigade,
Pantytec,
Graham Central Station,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roger Hodgson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Y Pants,
The Litter,
The Evens,
Freddie Wadling,
Lightning Bolt,
Theoretical Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Metal Thangz,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.