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 Algeria and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lakeside to the techno 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cameo,
Eden Ahbez,
Colin Newman,
Byron Stingily,
Lakeside,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Vainqueur,
Vladislav Delay,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kaleidoscope,
Rapeman,
Iggy Pop,
Jerry Gold Smith,
K-Klass,
Funky Four + One,
Main Source,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ponytail,
Fad Gadget,
Bronski Beat,
Ultravox,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alice Coltrane,
Audionom,
Kerri Chandler,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joey Negro,
Nas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
Jimmy McGriff,
Robert Görl,
LL Cool J,
Heaven 17,
Saccharine Trust,
Josef K,
Fluxion,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roxette,
Be Bop Deluxe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Silicon Teens,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
48th St. Collective,
Patti Smith,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fela Kuti,
Clear Light,
Royal Trux,
R.M.O.,
Yusef Lateef,
The Moody Blues,
David McCallum,
Brand Nubian,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Popol Vuh,
Tropical Tobacco,
Moebius,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.