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 Indonesia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin 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 The Divine Comedy to the crunk 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a L. Decosne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
James White and The Blacks,
Babytalk,
Zero Boys,
Wally Richardson,
Matthew Halsall,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lalo Schifrin,
Suburban Knight,
Black Pus,
Tres Demented,
Mr. Review,
Henry Cow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Intrusion,
The Smoke,
These Immortal Souls,
Sun City Girls,
Tommy Roe,
The Doobie Brothers,
David Bowie,
The Gladiators,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kayak,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tom Boy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Music Machine,
Tim Buckley,
Half Japanese,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hashim,
Idris Muhammad,
Electric Prunes,
Royal Trux,
Donald Byrd,
Rites of Spring,
OOIOO,
Fugazi,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Simply Red,
Piero Umiliani,
Alison Limerick,
Blancmange,
Connie Case,
Sam Rivers,
Toni Rubio,
Brand Nubian,
a-ha,
Surgeon,
The Count Five,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bang On A Can,
Nico,
Theoretical Girls,
Skriet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Panda Bear,
Soul II Soul,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.