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 Rwanda and from Spokane.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Average White Band to the grunge 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Yaz,
Ituana,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Oneida,
Panda Bear,
Metal Thangz,
cv313,
Grey Daturas,
Pulsallama,
Symarip,
Reuben Wilson,
The Busters,
Gong,
Soft Cell,
K-Klass,
The Buckinghams,
Camberwell Now,
The Human League,
Bootsy Collins,
Rotary Connection,
Audionom,
Slick Rick,
Qualms,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gabor Szabo,
Tears for Fears,
Dave Gahan,
Nick Fraelich,
Pet Shop Boys,
Barrington Levy,
The Cramps,
Second Layer,
Tim Buckley,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Flipper,
Tres Demented,
Kayak,
The Seeds,
Cluster,
Eddi Front,
Trumans Water,
The Residents,
Mary Jane Girls,
ABBA,
Ralphi Rosario,
MDC,
Niagra,
Bobby Sherman,
One Last Wish,
Bluetip,
Pere Ubu,
B.T. Express,
Sparks,
Von Mondo,
Dual Sessions,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pylon,
Au Pairs,
Flash Fearless,
Royal Trux,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.