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 South Africa and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Marvin Gaye,
The Durutti Column,
Faust,
Brothers Johnson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Bar-Kays,
The Beau Brummels,
The Leaves,
Fela Kuti,
EPMD,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wally Richardson,
Eli Mardock,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Skatalites,
John Holt,
Tomorrow,
Hardrive,
Yazoo,
Das Ding,
Boredoms,
Lee Hazlewood,
Moby Grape,
Chris & Cosey,
Qualms,
Arthur Verocai,
Warren Ellis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
FM Einheit,
The Martian,
The Moleskins,
Eddi Front,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Divine Comedy,
Sam Rivers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scrapy,
Niagra,
Reuben Wilson,
Pet Shop Boys,
10cc,
Yellowson,
The Raincoats,
the Swans,
Soul II Soul,
Motorama,
The Knickerbockers,
Metal Thangz,
Carl Craig,
Black Bananas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Essential Logic,
E-Dancer,
the Germs,
Circle Jerks,
The New Christs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Q and Not U,
Curtis Mayfield,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.