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 Indonesia and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 David Bowie 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 Derrick May to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Todd Terry,
Mantronix,
the Association,
The Monks,
Sandy B,
Infiniti,
Delta 5,
Fugazi,
Bobby Womack,
Eric Dolphy,
Mr. Review,
Arab on Radar,
Moss Icon,
Don Cherry,
Banda Bassotti,
48th St. Collective,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
MC5,
Bill Near,
Kevin Saunderson,
Porter Ricks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gregory Isaacs,
T. Rex,
Marcia Griffiths,
Skarface,
Scion,
Ronan,
Barbara Tucker,
Goldenarms,
The Moleskins,
Babytalk,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rotary Connection,
Ornette Coleman,
Scratch Acid,
Joyce Sims,
Henry Cow,
Loose Ends,
Can,
Pierre Henry,
Rakim,
Tres Demented,
Wolf Eyes,
Spoonie Gee,
Minnie Riperton,
Dave Gahan,
Colin Newman,
Wire,
Minutemen,
Hoover,
Deepchord,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobby Sherman,
the Slits,
The Young Rascals,
Niagra,
LL Cool J,
The Blackbyrds,
Pagans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.