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 Korea South and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord 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 Swans to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
David Bowie,
Boz Scaggs,
10cc,
Scan 7,
Aural Exciters,
Pylon,
Brothers Johnson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gabor Szabo,
the Bar-Kays,
The Flesh Eaters,
FM Einheit,
Gang Starr,
Barbara Tucker,
Grandmaster Flash,
Chris & Cosey,
Rekid,
H. Thieme,
AZ,
Matthew Halsall,
The American Breed,
Minny Pops,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Quantec,
The Fortunes,
Eden Ahbez,
Maleditus Sound,
Eddi Front,
Make Up,
Anakelly,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Khruangbin,
Faust,
Das Ding,
Crime,
Stetsasonic,
Intrusion,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Oneida,
The Gladiators,
Barclay James Harvest,
Donny Hathaway,
Nation of Ulysses,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Big Daddy Kane,
Glenn Branca,
Traffic Nightmare,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minutemen,
Second Layer,
R.M.O.,
Colin Newman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Connie Case,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Delon & Dalcan,
Radiohead,
E-Dancer,
Rites of Spring,
JFA,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.