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 Cyprus and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 David Bowie 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fuzztones,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lou Reed,
The Gories,
Television Personalities,
Spandau Ballet,
Judy Mowatt,
Barbara Tucker,
Aswad,
Todd Rundgren,
Mr. Review,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Angels of Light,
Jandek,
The Moleskins,
Lyres,
Heaven 17,
Rhythm & Sound,
Silicon Teens,
Agitation Free,
The Smiths,
The Searchers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cure,
Circle Jerks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nick Fraelich,
Los Fastidios,
David Axelrod,
Throbbing Gristle,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
X-101,
Urselle,
K-Klass,
Banda Bassotti,
Arcadia,
Schoolly D,
Sam Rivers,
Dennis Brown,
Yellowson,
Yazoo,
Archie Shepp,
Dawn Penn,
Tomorrow,
Au Pairs,
The Pretty Things,
Max Romeo,
Bang On A Can,
Bizarre Inc.,
Intrusion,
Symarip,
Marine Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Frankie Knuckles,
Inner City,
Ohio Players,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lakeside,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.