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 Saudi Arabia and from Cairo.
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 Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Johnny Osbourne to the funk 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marc Almond,
Magma,
Liliput,
New Order,
Thompson Twins,
Skriet,
Boredoms,
Nick Fraelich,
Eurythmics,
Rites of Spring,
Jerry's Kids,
June of 44,
The Human League,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fortunes,
the Swans,
Jeff Lynne,
Unwound,
One Last Wish,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scientists,
Electric Prunes,
Black Bananas,
Moby Grape,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Make Up,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Searchers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Sonics,
Tommy Roe,
Morten Harket,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nico,
Curtis Mayfield,
Moebius,
Sight & Sound,
Scan 7,
Soft Cell,
Erasure,
Lou Christie,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Moleskins,
T. Rex,
U.S. Maple,
Gregory Isaacs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Q and Not U,
Slick Rick,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dawn Penn,
Warren Ellis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rhythm & Sound,
Smog,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.