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 Uzbekistan and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 David Bowie to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
The Techniques,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Swans,
Nico,
Mars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camouflage,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Anakelly,
Half Japanese,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yazoo,
The Modern Lovers,
Pylon,
Panda Bear,
Iggy Pop,
Throbbing Gristle,
DNA,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Derrick Morgan,
Simply Red,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jerry Gold Smith,
T. Rex,
Curtis Mayfield,
Darondo,
the Bar-Kays,
Adolescents,
Roxette,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Royal Trux,
Make Up,
The Birthday Party,
Wings,
Mark Hollis,
Fela Kuti,
The Divine Comedy,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kas Product,
Unrelated Segments,
Jawbox,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crime,
Television,
The Beau Brummels,
Blancmange,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sällskapet,
Al Stewart,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lucky Dragons,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ralphi Rosario,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.