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 Australia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer 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 Country Teasers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
The Doors,
Bush Tetras,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Toni Rubio,
Inner City,
Boredoms,
Lou Reed,
Deadbeat,
Aural Exciters,
DJ Sneak,
Magazine,
Pharoah Sanders,
Barry Ungar,
Tears for Fears,
Lightning Bolt,
Arcadia,
Rod Modell,
Stiv Bators,
Ken Boothe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Matthew Bourne,
Jeff Lynne,
Suburban Knight,
Lindisfarne,
Infiniti,
the Swans,
Section 25,
Japan,
Grey Daturas,
Skriet,
The Buckinghams,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Todd Rundgren,
Oblivians,
Agitation Free,
Mary Jane Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
John Cale,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang Green,
Loose Ends,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Moon,
Bad Manners,
Brick,
Alton Ellis,
Aloha Tigers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eric Copeland,
Kaleidoscope,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Boogie Down Productions,
Amon Düül II,
Ultra Naté,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Outsiders,
Soul II Soul,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.