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 France 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the rap 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Sherman,
The Seeds,
A Flock of Seagulls,
World's Most,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Durutti Column,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Selecter,
Bad Manners,
Slave,
Wire,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fall,
Al Stewart,
Hashim,
MC5,
a-ha,
The Invisible,
Motorama,
The Blues Magoos,
the Association,
Donny Hathaway,
Babytalk,
Joe Smooth,
Massinfluence,
The Young Rascals,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Slick Rick,
Fugazi,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Juan Atkins,
Inner City,
X-Ray Spex,
Sight & Sound,
Glenn Branca,
Warsaw,
Soul Sonic Force,
Erykah Badu,
Scan 7,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Royal Trux,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Can,
Andrew Hill,
Ossler,
Parry Music,
ABC,
Soft Machine,
Blake Baxter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Cale,
The Gladiators,
The Dirtbombs,
Banda Bassotti,
Crispy Ambulance,
Los Fastidios,
The Smiths,
the Normal,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.