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 Philippines and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Robert Palmer 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the rock 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sex Pistols,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Smog,
Television Personalities,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
A Certain Ratio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Skaos,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Black Dice,
Yazoo,
Eric Dolphy,
Sparks,
Unwound,
Bill Wells,
Lyres,
Cheater Slicks,
T.S.O.L.,
Scrapy,
Yellowson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The American Breed,
Scott Walker,
June of 44,
U.S. Maple,
Avey Tare,
Faraquet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fuzztones,
Charles Mingus,
Surgeon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pagans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Sherman,
Robert Wyatt,
Moebius,
UT,
The Dave Clark Five,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Blackbyrds,
The Kinks,
Kenny Larkin,
Glambeats Corp.,
Davy DMX,
DJ Style,
Ken Boothe,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sandy B,
Animal Collective,
Circle Jerks,
Neil Young,
The Detroit Cobras,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.