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 Tunisia and from Houston.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Lou Reed 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 theremin and a synthesizer 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 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Heaven 17,
Blossom Toes,
Animal Collective,
Little Man,
Spandau Ballet,
T. Rex,
Boredoms,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grauzone,
Reuben Wilson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eden Ahbez,
EPMD,
Dawn Penn,
The Monks,
Soulsonic Force,
Bill Wells,
MDC,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ornette Coleman,
Barbara Tucker,
Minny Pops,
Model 500,
Darondo,
Neil Young,
B.T. Express,
DJ Style,
Rosa Yemen,
John Foxx,
Matthew Bourne,
Faust,
The Victims,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Smoke,
Slave,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joy Division,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Count Five,
Freddie Wadling,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sun City Girls,
Wasted Youth,
Wings,
Gang Green,
Massinfluence,
The Motions,
The Fortunes,
Patti Smith,
Nirvana,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hardrive,
Icehouse,
Marvin Gaye,
Parry Music,
Drexciya,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nils Olav,
Big Daddy Kane,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.