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 Tonga and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Subhumans to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Theoretical Girls,
Bad Manners,
The Doors,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Terry Callier,
DJ Style,
Sugar Minott,
Lalann,
The Invisible,
Mark Hollis,
Skaos,
Echospace,
Tears for Fears,
Roy Ayers,
Aswad,
Essential Logic,
This Heat,
Au Pairs,
The Vogues,
Pussy Galore,
Fear,
Khruangbin,
Inner City,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Sonics,
Althea and Donna,
DNA,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Derrick May,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roger Hodgson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang Starr,
Mo-Dettes,
Eli Mardock,
Marshall Jefferson,
Vladislav Delay,
Spoonie Gee,
Wasted Youth,
Index,
Susan Cadogan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Maurizio,
Hashim,
Eddi Front,
Max Romeo,
David Bowie,
Sister Nancy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
AZ,
R.M.O.,
John Coltrane,
Grauzone,
Drive Like Jehu,
Reagan Youth,
Joe Finger,
Buzzcocks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Slits,
Supertramp,
Wings,
World's Most,
Zero Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.