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 Norway and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Lakeside to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Wolf Eyes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Khruangbin,
Fluxion,
The Skatalites,
Bill Wells,
Jeru the Damaja,
Second Layer,
John Holt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Erasure,
Piero Umiliani,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Red Krayola,
Idris Muhammad,
Scratch Acid,
Smog,
Anthony Braxton,
Pulsallama,
Jacques Brel,
Nico,
Gong,
K-Klass,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Skaos,
Eric Copeland,
Delta 5,
Theoretical Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grey Daturas,
Y Pants,
Television Personalities,
Absolute Body Control,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Masters at Work,
World's Most,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joe Smooth,
The Vogues,
X-Ray Spex,
Eurythmics,
Kas Product,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Throbbing Gristle,
Swell Maps,
The Divine Comedy,
The Slackers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Glenn Branca,
Nik Kershaw,
The Raincoats,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Standells,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.