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 Angola and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar 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 Dark Day to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Maurizio,
Deepchord,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
UT,
Bronski Beat,
FM Einheit,
The Trojans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Swans,
The Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Velvet Underground,
Thompson Twins,
Max Romeo,
Y Pants,
The Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nick Fraelich,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Evens,
John Holt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Althea and Donna,
Scan 7,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sparks,
Banda Bassotti,
Jeff Mills,
Aswad,
Organ,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Doors,
Godley & Creme,
Yazoo,
T.S.O.L.,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fortunes,
Tomorrow,
The Pretty Things,
Neil Young,
The Angels of Light,
Marine Girls,
Eric Copeland,
The Fugs,
Darondo,
This Heat,
Susan Cadogan,
Mr. Review,
Neu!,
Rotary Connection,
Lyres,
Boz Scaggs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cheater Slicks,
Visage,
Terry Callier,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.