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 Bhutan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Donald Fagen 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 The Motions to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Bauhaus,
Zapp,
Ohio Players,
Sun City Girls,
Alphaville,
Section 25,
Bobby Byrd,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roxy Music,
The Pop Group,
Sparks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gories,
The Real Kids,
A Certain Ratio,
Girls At Our Best!,
Surgeon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Warsaw,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rakim,
The Offenders,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Matthew Bourne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Index,
Sarah Menescal,
Joe Smooth,
the Germs,
the Human League,
Unrelated Segments,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wally Richardson,
Arcadia,
Albert Ayler,
Yazoo,
Can,
The Standells,
T. Rex,
This Heat,
Qualms,
10cc,
Pierre Henry,
James White and The Blacks,
The Evens,
The New Christs,
The Doobie Brothers,
LL Cool J,
The Cure,
Minor Threat,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Skatalites,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Freddie Wadling,
The Beau Brummels,
Robert Hood,
Connie Case,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.