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 Taiwan and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Curtis Mayfield to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Saccharine Trust,
Blake Baxter,
Unrelated Segments,
Nas,
Matthew Halsall,
the Slits,
Oblivians,
Ken Boothe,
Bill Near,
Mantronix,
The Fall,
Parry Music,
Stiv Bators,
Erasure,
Alice Coltrane,
Jeff Mills,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
X-102,
Symarip,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Todd Terry,
Man Parrish,
T. Rex,
DJ Style,
Howard Jones,
Panda Bear,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Patti Smith,
Model 500,
Aloha Tigers,
Electric Prunes,
Average White Band,
The Invisible,
Agitation Free,
K-Klass,
D'Angelo,
Reuben Wilson,
a-ha,
Absolute Body Control,
Lower 48,
Bang On A Can,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bad Manners,
The Fire Engines,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Angels of Light,
Chris Corsano,
Deakin,
Robert Wyatt,
Jawbox,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ronnie Foster,
Can,
The Doors,
Alphaville,
Procol Harum,
The Sound,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.