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 Austria and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron 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 Matthew Bourne to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
The Smiths,
Arthur Verocai,
Make Up,
Lucky Dragons,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Monochrome Set,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tomorrow,
The Selecter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Cale,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Reuben Wilson,
Sun Ra,
Donald Byrd,
Lungfish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Residents,
Stetsasonic,
The Black Dice,
Inner City,
Pantaleimon,
The Fall,
Kerri Chandler,
Clear Light,
Janne Schatter,
Magma,
Byron Stingily,
Peter & Gordon,
Newcleus,
Aswad,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Chrome,
Animal Collective,
Nick Fraelich,
Skaos,
The Buckinghams,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Chris Corsano,
Morten Harket,
The Slackers,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Alarm Clocks,
Funky Four + One,
The Moody Blues,
Blossom Toes,
DNA,
Brand Nubian,
Junior Murvin,
Au Pairs,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.