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 Uzbekistan and from Madrid.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Blackbyrds to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Holt,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ten City,
Deadbeat,
Lalann,
Chris Corsano,
The Fall,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Modern Lovers,
Nils Olav,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tears for Fears,
Sonny Sharrock,
Blancmange,
Slick Rick,
Kerrie Biddell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sex Pistols,
Talk Talk,
Desert Stars,
Agent Orange,
Fluxion,
Hoover,
Eric B and Rakim,
Subhumans,
Animal Collective,
Sonic Youth,
Nik Kershaw,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pantaleimon,
The Golliwogs,
June of 44,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Blues Magoos,
Don Cherry,
Pere Ubu,
Sister Nancy,
Ultra Naté,
Pole,
Patti Smith,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Moss Icon,
The Monochrome Set,
Stiv Bators,
Piero Umiliani,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pylon,
Eurythmics,
The Angels of Light,
Sun City Girls,
Qualms,
Lindisfarne,
Barbara Tucker,
Tres Demented,
Lakeside,
Kayak,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.