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 Czech Republic and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Zero Boys,
Bush Tetras,
The Gladiators,
Second Layer,
the Human League,
Agitation Free,
Deakin,
Brass Construction,
Andrew Hill,
Scientists,
Erykah Badu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sandy B,
The Techniques,
Donny Hathaway,
Jimmy McGriff,
Boredoms,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tomorrow,
The Fall,
Delta 5,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Accadde A,
The Slits,
Bobby Sherman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Reuben Wilson,
David Bowie,
Anakelly,
Mars,
The Five Americans,
Grey Daturas,
Monolake,
Bob Dylan,
John Foxx,
Model 500,
Black Moon,
Cal Tjader,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Kinks,
Peter and Kerry,
Livin' Joy,
Stetsasonic,
Slave,
Althea and Donna,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gabor Szabo,
Nick Fraelich,
The Victims,
Al Stewart,
La Düsseldorf,
cv313,
Supertramp,
MDC,
Suburban Knight,
Altered Images,
Pantaleimon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sexual Harrassment,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.