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 Liechtenstein and from Salvador.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sam Rivers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Harry Pussy,
10cc,
The Monks,
Outsiders,
Nils Olav,
Rotary Connection,
Black Flag,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sällskapet,
June Days,
Suicide,
The Evens,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Funky Four + One,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Radiohead,
Kas Product,
Patti Smith,
Roy Ayers,
Blake Baxter,
MDC,
Wolf Eyes,
Scientists,
Blancmange,
Q and Not U,
Tears for Fears,
Todd Rundgren,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Toni Rubio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Pus,
Ronnie Foster,
Sparks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jandek,
New Age Steppers,
The United States of America,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
LL Cool J,
World's Most,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Avey Tare,
The Gladiators,
The Tremeloes,
Cal Tjader,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Happenings,
Jesper Dahlback,
Half Japanese,
Hashim,
The Fortunes,
Cluster,
The Litter,
Joyce Sims,
Little Man,
JFA,
Negative Approach,
Susan Cadogan,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.