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 Taipei.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kayak to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Unrelated Segments,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Holt,
Thompson Twins,
Pere Ubu,
Depeche Mode,
the Germs,
Wasted Youth,
ABC,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
OOIOO,
Banda Bassotti,
Skriet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Television,
Harry Pussy,
Can,
Janne Schatter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Stiv Bators,
kango's stein massive,
Gang Green,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nik Kershaw,
The Pretty Things,
The Evens,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Human League,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fugs,
Goldenarms,
Neil Young,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Average White Band,
Sun City Girls,
Alton Ellis,
Darondo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jawbox,
Dave Gahan,
The Mummies,
Archie Shepp,
Graham Central Station,
The Moody Blues,
Cal Tjader,
Hasil Adkins,
Oblivians,
Maleditus Sound,
Y Pants,
Neu!,
The Modern Lovers,
Second Layer,
UT,
Main Source,
Minny Pops,
DNA,
Tom Boy,
Peter and Kerry,
Pierre Henry,
Chris Corsano,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.