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 Guatemala and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Michael McDonald 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 Dual Sessions to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
FM Einheit,
John Lydon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Interpol,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Moody Blues,
Robert Görl,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
X-101,
Kayak,
Wolf Eyes,
kango's stein massive,
The Moleskins,
Gichy Dan,
Bang On A Can,
Wally Richardson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gories,
Morten Harket,
48th St. Collective,
The Music Machine,
Moebius,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kerrie Biddell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Metal Thangz,
Massinfluence,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Boredoms,
Josef K,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Monolake,
John Holt,
Jawbox,
Pet Shop Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alison Limerick,
The Gap Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Visage,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Vogues,
The Golliwogs,
Sonic Youth,
Oneida,
Shoche,
Lucky Dragons,
The Evens,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lalo Schifrin,
Livin' Joy,
Eric Copeland,
Camberwell Now,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hoover,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Matthew Bourne,
DJ Style,
Flamin' Groovies,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.