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 Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ 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 Pantytec to the punk 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Isaac Hayes,
K-Klass,
Faraquet,
Theoretical Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eve St. Jones,
Camberwell Now,
Interpol,
Severed Heads,
Desert Stars,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rod Modell,
Robert Görl,
The Misunderstood,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Thompson Twins,
The Pretty Things,
Johnny Clarke,
Second Layer,
Tim Buckley,
Oblivians,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Germs,
Dead Boys,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ice-T,
The Beau Brummels,
Spandau Ballet,
Lucky Dragons,
June Days,
Supertramp,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fat Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
48th St. Collective,
One Last Wish,
Circle Jerks,
Grey Daturas,
Skaos,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Five Americans,
Black Moon,
JFA,
The Evens,
Kenny Larkin,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minnie Riperton,
Niagra,
Visage,
Drexciya,
Tomorrow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Accadde A,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.