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 Dominican Republic 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer 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 Aaron Thompson to the techno 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
48th St. Collective,
The Fall,
Avey Tare,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soft Machine,
Bluetip,
Eli Mardock,
Pagans,
The Grass Roots,
Erykah Badu,
Kerri Chandler,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yellowson,
The Gap Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Music Machine,
cv313,
Arthur Verocai,
Matthew Bourne,
Organ,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hasil Adkins,
David Bowie,
Marc Almond,
a-ha,
Ultravox,
Bad Manners,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Circle Jerks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rites of Spring,
The J.B.'s,
These Immortal Souls,
Angry Samoans,
The Red Krayola,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Searchers,
Piero Umiliani,
Minutemen,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minny Pops,
Tommy Roe,
The Last Poets,
Lower 48,
Josef K,
Drexciya,
U.S. Maple,
Marmalade,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
CMW,
Easy Going,
Alton Ellis,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Mojo Men,
Lightning Bolt,
Loose Ends,
Chrome,
Al Stewart,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.