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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lightning Bolt to the disco 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Banda Bassotti,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Loose Ends,
The Red Krayola,
Roy Ayers,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Coltrane,
Make Up,
Spandau Ballet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mars,
Patti Smith,
Hardrive,
Lyres,
Thompson Twins,
Sparks,
The Invisible,
Sonny Sharrock,
New Order,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dark Day,
LL Cool J,
The Electric Prunes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Modern Lovers,
Gastr Del Sol,
X-101,
Tubeway Army,
A Certain Ratio,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jerry's Kids,
cv313,
Freddie Wadling,
the Swans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jimmy McGriff,
Big Daddy Kane,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Birthday Party,
Tres Demented,
48th St. Collective,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Morten Harket,
Con Funk Shun,
Model 500,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobby Byrd,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crispy Ambulance,
New York Dolls,
Public Enemy,
Visage,
Reuben Wilson,
10cc,
Maleditus Sound,
New Age Steppers,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.