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 Ecuador 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer 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 F. McDonald to the crunk 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Intrusion,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roy Ayers,
Steve Hackett,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Royal Trux,
Theoretical Girls,
Howard Jones,
Mandrill,
Agitation Free,
Funkadelic,
Neu!,
Brick,
The Offenders,
Kool Moe Dee,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hardrive,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Victims,
Scrapy,
Peter & Gordon,
Cameo,
Glenn Branca,
Harry Pussy,
the Association,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Chris Corsano,
The Human League,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bush Tetras,
Japan,
Skaos,
Gong,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Count Five,
Anthony Braxton,
The Beau Brummels,
MDC,
Flipper,
The Mojo Men,
Silicon Teens,
Deadbeat,
Oblivians,
Toni Rubio,
Drive Like Jehu,
Guru Guru,
Crispy Ambulance,
Boz Scaggs,
Bootsy Collins,
Bronski Beat,
Maleditus Sound,
DJ Sneak,
Dennis Brown,
Kerri Chandler,
Trumans Water,
Soul II Soul,
Amon Düül II,
Gang of Four,
The Star Department,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.