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 Sweden and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Rod Modell to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Avey Tare,
Sarah Menescal,
John Coltrane,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Foxx,
The Golliwogs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Los Fastidios,
Ludus,
Slick Rick,
R.M.O.,
Barry Ungar,
Agitation Free,
Bobbi Humphrey,
MDC,
Spandau Ballet,
Con Funk Shun,
Marine Girls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rakim,
Pet Shop Boys,
Arcadia,
Andrew Hill,
Bronski Beat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ronan,
Liliput,
Deadbeat,
FM Einheit,
Barbara Tucker,
Amon Düül II,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Reed,
The Moleskins,
Jacques Brel,
Section 25,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fad Gadget,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Thee Headcoats,
The Fortunes,
Morten Harket,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rekid,
Angry Samoans,
Max Romeo,
Little Man,
DNA,
Sällskapet,
Scrapy,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Barracudas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Livin' Joy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Albert Ayler,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.