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 Qatar and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron 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 Boz Scaggs to the punk 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Malaria!,
Zero Boys,
The Martian,
Toni Rubio,
Television,
Roxette,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Index,
John Holt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Sherman,
Hardrive,
Donny Hathaway,
The Velvet Underground,
This Heat,
Glenn Branca,
Peter and Kerry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Darondo,
ABBA,
Brothers Johnson,
Fela Kuti,
The Birthday Party,
Roxy Music,
The Gories,
The Count Five,
Robert Wyatt,
Cameo,
Sugar Minott,
Livin' Joy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Chris Corsano,
Scott Walker,
The Gap Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Juan Atkins,
The Young Rascals,
Technova,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Selecter,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nik Kershaw,
Public Image Ltd.,
Moby Grape,
Barbara Tucker,
Nils Olav,
Brick,
World's Most,
Das Ding,
Crime,
Sound Behaviour,
Stiv Bators,
Jeff Mills,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.