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 Micronesia and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Donald Fagen 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 Marshall Jefferson to the rap 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Easy Going,
Minutemen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Neil Young,
Half Japanese,
Warsaw,
F. McDonald,
Fatback Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Todd Rundgren,
Yellowson,
Harry Pussy,
Roxette,
UT,
David McCallum,
Grey Daturas,
The Evens,
Section 25,
Ralphi Rosario,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jeff Mills,
Yaz,
PIL,
Black Flag,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kerri Chandler,
The Leaves,
Average White Band,
Suicide,
Terry Callier,
Amon Düül II,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Smoke,
The Moody Blues,
Minnie Riperton,
Television Personalities,
The J.B.'s,
The Martian,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fortunes,
Television,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Mummies,
Don Cherry,
Deakin,
Ohio Players,
The Red Krayola,
Tears for Fears,
Reagan Youth,
Angry Samoans,
Roger Hodgson,
The Pretty Things,
The Grass Roots,
Scientists,
Gang Green,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bad Manners,
Henry Cow,
Tropical Tobacco,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.