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 Palau and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba 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 Thee Headcoats to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sällskapet,
Soft Cell,
Pagans,
Bill Wells,
Stereo Dub,
Goldenarms,
Aaron Thompson,
Amon Düül,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Skarface,
Bob Dylan,
Clear Light,
Essential Logic,
Mr. Review,
Duran Duran,
Isaac Hayes,
The Shadows of Knight,
MC5,
Delta 5,
Harmonia,
The Walker Brothers,
Underground Resistance,
Porter Ricks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Young Marble Giants,
Minnie Riperton,
Sound Behaviour,
Funky Four + One,
Monolake,
Matthew Bourne,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eddi Front,
The Modern Lovers,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Real Kids,
Hot Snakes,
Brick,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fortunes,
Yazoo,
Ornette Coleman,
Spoonie Gee,
Godley & Creme,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pere Ubu,
Desert Stars,
Magma,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Au Pairs,
Yaz,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Neil Young,
Pylon,
Arab on Radar,
DJ Sneak,
Theoretical Girls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.