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 Rwanda and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Thompson Twins to the punk 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Hot Snakes,
Roxette,
Byron Stingily,
Avey Tare,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Freddie Wadling,
X-101,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scrapy,
Eric Copeland,
Cecil Taylor,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Robert Görl,
D'Angelo,
the Association,
Sparks,
The Techniques,
Deepchord,
Electric Prunes,
Sun Ra,
Tomorrow,
Frankie Knuckles,
Masters at Work,
Agitation Free,
Unrelated Segments,
Delta 5,
the Germs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Chris & Cosey,
The Smoke,
John Coltrane,
Joey Negro,
Blake Baxter,
Inner City,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Red Krayola,
the Normal,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rhythm & Sound,
Peter & Gordon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tommy Roe,
Junior Murvin,
The Fugs,
Scion,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pantytec,
Scan 7,
Infiniti,
Marmalade,
Lou Reed,
Sound Behaviour,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.