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 Bahamas and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Byron Stingily to the funk 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Deakin,
Jeff Mills,
Visage,
Jerry Gold Smith,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pussy Galore,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Sheep,
Marmalade,
Heaven 17,
The Wake,
Echospace,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Reed,
Tommy Roe,
Chris Corsano,
A Certain Ratio,
Anakelly,
The Red Krayola,
Jesper Dahlback,
D'Angelo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Reagan Youth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nik Kershaw,
Bob Dylan,
DNA,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Freddie Wadling,
Alice Coltrane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Swans,
Quando Quango,
Barbara Tucker,
Quadrant,
Loose Ends,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scientists,
Gong,
The Birthday Party,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Basic Channel,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Byrd,
Pylon,
Cymande,
Unwound,
The Skatalites,
One Last Wish,
Thompson Twins,
The Residents,
Subhumans,
Don Cherry,
Buzzcocks,
Fear,
Vainqueur,
Lucky Dragons,
The Star Department,
Gerry Rafferty,
Blake Baxter,
Q65,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.