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 Kiribati and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Lou Reed 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 Tommy Roe to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Siglo XX,
Simply Red,
Pere Ubu,
Bill Near,
Moby Grape,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lou Christie,
Ossler,
Tears for Fears,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hot Snakes,
Nas,
Interpol,
Saccharine Trust,
The Doobie Brothers,
Khruangbin,
Matthew Halsall,
Bob Dylan,
Funkadelic,
Mars,
CMW,
Derrick May,
Black Bananas,
June Days,
The Invisible,
Radio Birdman,
Camouflage,
Depeche Mode,
The Blues Magoos,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fat Boys,
Tommy Roe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dual Sessions,
Hardrive,
Newcleus,
Au Pairs,
Howard Jones,
Soft Cell,
The Trojans,
Rosa Yemen,
OOIOO,
Judy Mowatt,
The Skatalites,
Graham Central Station,
Youth Brigade,
The Pretty Things,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultra Naté,
ABC,
Gang Green,
Cameo,
Jacob Miller,
These Immortal Souls,
Metal Thangz,
Al Stewart,
The Doors,
Can,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.