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 El Salvador and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Michael McDonald 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 Vainqueur to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crispian St. Peters,
Delta 5,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Index,
Mary Jane Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Derrick May,
Carl Craig,
Neil Young,
Hoover,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Sherman,
OOIOO,
The Associates,
The Knickerbockers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Intrusion,
DJ Sneak,
Mars,
Moss Icon,
The Litter,
Lower 48,
Sixth Finger,
Man Parrish,
The Doors,
Kurtis Blow,
Bauhaus,
Deakin,
Masters at Work,
The Standells,
The American Breed,
Brass Construction,
Soft Machine,
Monolake,
L. Decosne,
Thompson Twins,
Jeff Lynne,
The Searchers,
Josef K,
Lyres,
Funky Four + One,
Mr. Review,
Chris & Cosey,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mad Mike,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brick,
The Move,
Charles Mingus,
T. Rex,
the Sonics,
Black Sheep,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bill Wells,
Barbara Tucker,
Cluster,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.