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 Chad and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Sixth Finger to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
FM Einheit,
Deepchord,
Ultravox,
Leonard Cohen,
Joy Division,
Brothers Johnson,
Television,
Donny Hathaway,
Alphaville,
Sandy B,
James White and The Blacks,
Tim Buckley,
Heaven 17,
The Walker Brothers,
Nils Olav,
Animal Collective,
Subhumans,
Marine Girls,
Wasted Youth,
Q65,
Blake Baxter,
Sparks,
This Heat,
Skriet,
Arcadia,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sonic Youth,
The Offenders,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Liliput,
The Blackbyrds,
Los Fastidios,
The United States of America,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Simply Red,
Sister Nancy,
H. Thieme,
Fear,
Crispy Ambulance,
Easy Going,
Funkadelic,
Max Romeo,
Funky Four + One,
Joensuu 1685,
The Tremeloes,
The Standells,
Ultra Naté,
Kerri Chandler,
Robert Wyatt,
Joey Negro,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dennis Brown,
Susan Cadogan,
Symarip,
the Swans,
Aloha Tigers,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Count Five,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Monochrome Set,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.