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 Swaziland and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb 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 Moebius to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
LL Cool J,
The Walker Brothers,
Fad Gadget,
Liliput,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ohio Players,
Al Stewart,
Franke,
Underground Resistance,
Kerri Chandler,
Kaleidoscope,
Bluetip,
Monks,
Spandau Ballet,
Ossler,
The Beau Brummels,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Animal Collective,
Magazine,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Motions,
The Selecter,
Anakelly,
The Busters,
Roger Hodgson,
Erykah Badu,
Swell Maps,
Big Daddy Kane,
Smog,
The Gladiators,
Sixth Finger,
the Normal,
The Raincoats,
Barbara Tucker,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Derrick Morgan,
The Standells,
Ludus,
Tres Demented,
Tears for Fears,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pagans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Television Personalities,
The Grass Roots,
Icehouse,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bad Manners,
Warsaw,
Brand Nubian,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
New York Dolls,
DNA,
The Smoke,
Hoover,
The Gories,
Accadde A,
Mo-Dettes,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.