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 Antigua and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the dance 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Prince Buster,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aaron Thompson,
New Age Steppers,
Mad Mike,
Franke,
Soft Cell,
Cecil Taylor,
Bush Tetras,
The Cramps,
The Walker Brothers,
The Angels of Light,
Silicon Teens,
Ultravox,
Hoover,
Todd Rundgren,
Barry Ungar,
Bob Dylan,
Alice Coltrane,
Kas Product,
Tubeway Army,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Loose Ends,
Wings,
EPMD,
Funky Four + One,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pole,
Echospace,
Robert Görl,
The Modern Lovers,
Soul II Soul,
Black Moon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Swans,
Mars,
Bill Wells,
Qualms,
Jacob Miller,
Don Cherry,
John Cale,
The Offenders,
Sarah Menescal,
JFA,
The Neon Judgement,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
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Trumans Water,
T. Rex,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scott Walker,
Neu!,
X-101,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
ABC,
Supertramp,
Marc Almond,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.