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 Morocco and from Bologna.
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 Tehran and Johannesburg.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Skriet to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Jawbox,
Fad Gadget,
Moss Icon,
Icehouse,
Grey Daturas,
Don Cherry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Monolake,
Peter & Gordon,
Half Japanese,
Model 500,
Cecil Taylor,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Pus,
Maleditus Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
David Axelrod,
Rekid,
The Move,
Y Pants,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Public Enemy,
Infiniti,
Max Romeo,
K-Klass,
E-Dancer,
Oblivians,
Thompson Twins,
Eden Ahbez,
The Beau Brummels,
Slick Rick,
Khruangbin,
Tres Demented,
The Modern Lovers,
The Black Dice,
MDC,
Gang of Four,
Stiv Bators,
Adolescents,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Names,
Lungfish,
Loose Ends,
Neu!,
The Birthday Party,
The Searchers,
Metal Thangz,
Sun City Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Amazonics,
Inner City,
Freddie Wadling,
The Divine Comedy,
Gang Green,
Dennis Brown,
Mad Mike,
The Dirtbombs,
The New Christs,
Gastr Del Sol,
LL Cool J,
Sex Pistols,
Panda Bear,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.