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 Afghanistan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum 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 Boz Scaggs to the rock 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Drive Like Jehu,
Neil Young,
Bluetip,
Chris & Cosey,
Michelle Simonal,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sparks,
Joyce Sims,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hoover,
Wasted Youth,
Gabor Szabo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Monks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Los Fastidios,
Rites of Spring,
Davy DMX,
Rapeman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Raincoats,
Nas,
Nirvana,
Oneida,
The Names,
The Monochrome Set,
Supertramp,
Bush Tetras,
John Cale,
Nick Fraelich,
Jeff Lynne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Amon Düül,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marmalade,
Brick,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
48th St. Collective,
Howard Jones,
Public Image Ltd.,
Au Pairs,
Scion,
The Dead C,
The Golliwogs,
Maleditus Sound,
Eddi Front,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Depeche Mode,
Gang Green,
Radio Birdman,
Alton Ellis,
Jacques Brel,
Frankie Knuckles,
Robert Görl,
Joensuu 1685,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.