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 Kiribati and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the punk 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
The Human League,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brothers Johnson,
Buzzcocks,
Sex Pistols,
David Bowie,
Cheater Slicks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sun Ra,
Avey Tare,
Laurel Aitken,
X-102,
The Smoke,
The Doobie Brothers,
Henry Cow,
Albert Ayler,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yaz,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cymande,
Derrick May,
Eden Ahbez,
The Slits,
Danielle Patucci,
Fluxion,
EPMD,
Roger Hodgson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Make Up,
These Immortal Souls,
Marvin Gaye,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Animal Collective,
Marc Almond,
Morten Harket,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Trojans,
Toni Rubio,
The Gap Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nas,
Gil Scott Heron,
Popol Vuh,
Porter Ricks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deakin,
Outsiders,
48th St. Collective,
Piero Umiliani,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.