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 Estonia and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Tom Verlaine 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 The Smoke to the disco 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Colin Newman,
the Soft Cell,
The Techniques,
Neil Young,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bootsy Collins,
The Buckinghams,
The Mummies,
Stereo Dub,
The Slits,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Delta 5,
Dawn Penn,
Stiv Bators,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Oblivians,
The Gun Club,
Fatback Band,
T. Rex,
Fad Gadget,
Bill Near,
The Trojans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fear,
Eden Ahbez,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barrington Levy,
Brothers Johnson,
Laurel Aitken,
Echospace,
Boredoms,
Max Romeo,
Tubeway Army,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Second Layer,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joensuu 1685,
X-101,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Con Funk Shun,
Faraquet,
Nico,
Roger Hodgson,
Hardrive,
Ronnie Foster,
Lebanon Hanover,
Main Source,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang of Four,
DJ Style,
Lou Reed,
Aloha Tigers,
Mars,
Black Sheep,
Bluetip,
Porter Ricks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Can,
Soft Cell,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.