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 Algeria and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ 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 Zapp to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Remains,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Tremeloes,
Marvin Gaye,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
B.T. Express,
Moebius,
Royal Trux,
Bluetip,
Mars,
Robert Hood,
Jawbox,
Ludus,
Q and Not U,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Das Ding,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minny Pops,
Eric Dolphy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gil Scott Heron,
Leonard Cohen,
Los Fastidios,
The Trojans,
F. McDonald,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang Green,
Intrusion,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Shoche,
Ornette Coleman,
Oneida,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Matthew Halsall,
Sound Behaviour,
Grauzone,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Magma,
T. Rex,
London Community Gospel Choir,
FM Einheit,
Todd Rundgren,
Rod Modell,
Minnie Riperton,
Angry Samoans,
The Five Americans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kas Product,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Y Pants,
Soft Machine,
Gang Gang Dance,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Spandau Ballet,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kenny Larkin,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.