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 Saudi Arabia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Idris Muhammad to the crunk 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Erykah Badu,
Ossler,
The Blackbyrds,
Maleditus Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
Deadbeat,
Jeff Lynne,
Bad Manners,
Loose Ends,
Leonard Cohen,
The Detroit Cobras,
Peter and Kerry,
Gang of Four,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Associates,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kaleidoscope,
Sugar Minott,
Adolescents,
Zapp,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kevin Saunderson,
X-Ray Spex,
John Coltrane,
New Age Steppers,
Joy Division,
LL Cool J,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Underground Resistance,
Darondo,
Moss Icon,
JFA,
Donald Byrd,
Barrington Levy,
New Order,
The United States of America,
Whodini,
Faust,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Byrd,
Avey Tare,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Bananas,
Magma,
Television,
Pantytec,
Mars,
Anakelly,
Masters at Work,
R.M.O.,
Skaos,
Deakin,
The Motions,
David Axelrod,
Iggy Pop,
Sarah Menescal,
Das Ding,
The New Christs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Yusef Lateef,
Kenny Larkin,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.