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 Morocco and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Robert Palmer 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 Girls At Our Best! to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ohio Players,
John Coltrane,
The Wake,
Kas Product,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The United States of America,
The Divine Comedy,
Isaac Hayes,
Quadrant,
Howard Jones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Barclay James Harvest,
Smog,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
U.S. Maple,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Judy Mowatt,
The Golliwogs,
Mission of Burma,
Index,
Suicide,
Shuggie Otis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sparks,
Delon & Dalcan,
48th St. Collective,
Iggy Pop,
The Fall,
Siglo XX,
Mars,
Skarface,
Animal Collective,
Bill Near,
The Real Kids,
Neu!,
Quando Quango,
Janne Schatter,
Mark Hollis,
David Axelrod,
Wolf Eyes,
Kayak,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marine Girls,
Interpol,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Little Man,
Godley & Creme,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Boredoms,
X-Ray Spex,
X-102,
The Index,
Anakelly,
Dual Sessions,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.