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 Cambodia and from Stockholm.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sister Nancy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Shuggie Otis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Don Cherry,
Duran Duran,
The Move,
Nik Kershaw,
Matthew Bourne,
The United States of America,
Funkadelic,
The Beau Brummels,
Desert Stars,
Eli Mardock,
The Leaves,
The Pretty Things,
The Smiths,
the Human League,
DJ Style,
The Vogues,
The New Christs,
Stiv Bators,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Thee Headcoats,
Sex Pistols,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soft Machine,
The Detroit Cobras,
Buzzcocks,
The Gap Band,
Jawbox,
Animal Collective,
Section 25,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Groovy Waters,
Minny Pops,
Little Man,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rekid,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Erasure,
The Busters,
New York Dolls,
The Invisible,
X-101,
Parry Music,
The Music Machine,
Howard Jones,
The Offenders,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wings,
Saccharine Trust,
Sound Behaviour,
Faust,
The Motions,
EPMD,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Panda Bear,
Average White Band,
Public Enemy,
Circle Jerks,
Reagan Youth,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.