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 Bahamas and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 The Moody Blues to the grime 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Jawbox,
Glambeats Corp.,
Icehouse,
Minny Pops,
Avey Tare,
Tommy Roe,
Second Layer,
Gang of Four,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barclay James Harvest,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cecil Taylor,
Quadrant,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Smoke,
Terrestrial Tones,
Peter and Kerry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Severed Heads,
Delon & Dalcan,
AZ,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Unwound,
The United States of America,
Roy Ayers,
Mad Mike,
Pulsallama,
Saccharine Trust,
Soul II Soul,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eddi Front,
Agitation Free,
Alton Ellis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Robert Hood,
Lakeside,
Eden Ahbez,
Soulsonic Force,
Public Image Ltd.,
James White and The Blacks,
Wasted Youth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soft Cell,
Colin Newman,
Little Man,
The Monks,
Parry Music,
Todd Terry,
Sandy B,
MDC,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Neil Young,
the Bar-Kays,
Audionom,
Cybotron,
Stockholm Monsters,
Monolake,
Steve Hackett,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.