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 Tajikistan and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 kango's stein massive to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Jeru the Damaja,
Von Mondo,
the Germs,
Gang Starr,
Eric Copeland,
Mars,
Absolute Body Control,
Clear Light,
the Association,
Deadbeat,
Byron Stingily,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bluetip,
David McCallum,
Kerri Chandler,
Nirvana,
Soul II Soul,
Angry Samoans,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Dave Clark Five,
Blancmange,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mad Mike,
Radio Birdman,
Smog,
Technova,
Ice-T,
Make Up,
Country Teasers,
Black Moon,
Sonic Youth,
Rites of Spring,
Peter & Gordon,
Q and Not U,
the Bar-Kays,
Duran Duran,
The Young Rascals,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bootsy Collins,
Warren Ellis,
Darondo,
Roy Ayers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Idris Muhammad,
The Neon Judgement,
The Dead C,
One Last Wish,
Fugazi,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Skatalites,
Black Pus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rosa Yemen,
The J.B.'s,
Ohio Players,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wolf Eyes,
Freddie Wadling,
The Velvet Underground,
Marc Almond,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.