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 Spain and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
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 Robert Palmer 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 Q65 to the jazz 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
the Slits,
Infiniti,
The Divine Comedy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fatback Band,
The Mojo Men,
The Slits,
Jawbox,
Blancmange,
Brick,
Susan Cadogan,
Newcleus,
The Leaves,
Liliput,
The Sonics,
The Fuzztones,
Avey Tare,
Brothers Johnson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Patti Smith,
June Days,
Kerrie Biddell,
Al Stewart,
CMW,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sixth Finger,
Radiopuhelimet,
One Last Wish,
Underground Resistance,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Moody Blues,
Rod Modell,
Stiv Bators,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
T. Rex,
Bobby Sherman,
ABC,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dark Day,
Kayak,
Panda Bear,
Marine Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
Leonard Cohen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ossler,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marvin Gaye,
The Neon Judgement,
Andrew Hill,
Archie Shepp,
Minutemen,
The Pretty Things,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pere Ubu,
Sound Behaviour,
Eve St. Jones,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.