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 Maldives 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 Yellowson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Crash Course in Science,
Loose Ends,
Nico,
Funkadelic,
Alison Limerick,
Marc Almond,
The Gladiators,
Urselle,
Index,
Vladislav Delay,
Metal Thangz,
K-Klass,
Yaz,
The Walker Brothers,
Marmalade,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
New York Dolls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fire Engines,
Maleditus Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Y Pants,
The J.B.'s,
One Last Wish,
Funky Four + One,
David Axelrod,
Motorama,
Vainqueur,
Jandek,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Boz Scaggs,
Scan 7,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
U.S. Maple,
The Shadows of Knight,
The American Breed,
Babytalk,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ohio Players,
Franke,
Khruangbin,
Lungfish,
Sex Pistols,
Piero Umiliani,
Bill Wells,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Human League,
Pere Ubu,
The Toasters,
Radiohead,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Essential Logic,
Liliput,
Black Moon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Anakelly,
Robert Görl,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.