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 Mozambique and from Glasgow.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fortunes to the rap 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Echospace,
Scion,
the Fania All-Stars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Warren Ellis,
Youth Brigade,
Spandau Ballet,
Robert Hood,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sight & Sound,
Babytalk,
Desert Stars,
Ludus,
The Vogues,
David McCallum,
Piero Umiliani,
Deadbeat,
Metal Thangz,
Accadde A,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joe Finger,
Hot Snakes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fat Boys,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Evens,
Ten City,
Grandmaster Flash,
Spoonie Gee,
In Retrospect,
The Fortunes,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Invisible,
Inner City,
Faraquet,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Human League,
The Fire Engines,
the Bar-Kays,
Bad Manners,
The Mojo Men,
D'Angelo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roger Hodgson,
Al Stewart,
Little Man,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Smooth,
The Slits,
The J.B.'s,
Fugazi,
Lalo Schifrin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Whodini,
Masters at Work,
Eric Copeland,
Joensuu 1685,
Jawbox,
The Cramps,
The Tremeloes,
Q and Not U,
X-Ray Spex,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.