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 Cuba and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Electric Prunes to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Porter Ricks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fad Gadget,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Amon Düül,
Bob Dylan,
Agitation Free,
Suburban Knight,
Nick Fraelich,
Organ,
B.T. Express,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Maurizio,
Jeff Mills,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Parry Music,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Intrusion,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joyce Sims,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roy Ayers,
Surgeon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cure,
The Divine Comedy,
Patti Smith,
New Order,
The Raincoats,
Simply Red,
Dorothy Ashby,
Letta Mbulu,
Franke,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
OOIOO,
Glenn Branca,
X-Ray Spex,
Harmonia,
Joensuu 1685,
Ossler,
James White and The Blacks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Echospace,
Television Personalities,
Robert Hood,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
H. Thieme,
Ludus,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kayak,
Aloha Tigers,
Bronski Beat,
The Move,
Sarah Menescal,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.