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 Switzerland and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 Rod Modell to the rap 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lakeside,
E-Dancer,
Byron Stingily,
Hoover,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Saints,
Scrapy,
Arcadia,
The Golliwogs,
Second Layer,
John Lydon,
Public Image Ltd.,
A Certain Ratio,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Deepchord,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rotary Connection,
Parry Music,
Marc Almond,
Urselle,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Soft Cell,
Black Moon,
Erykah Badu,
Arab on Radar,
The Searchers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Von Mondo,
Skarface,
Heaven 17,
Lungfish,
CMW,
Electric Prunes,
Wire,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Infiniti,
Vladislav Delay,
Angry Samoans,
Franke,
The New Christs,
Thee Headcoats,
Cluster,
Al Stewart,
Joe Smooth,
Bill Wells,
the Normal,
Boredoms,
June Days,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lalann,
Leonard Cohen,
Rufus Thomas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scientists,
Joyce Sims,
Youth Brigade,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.