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 Zambia and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Crispy Ambulance to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
ABBA,
Barrington Levy,
Terry Callier,
Bill Wells,
Half Japanese,
Althea and Donna,
One Last Wish,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cowsills,
DJ Sneak,
The Tremeloes,
Von Mondo,
The Electric Prunes,
Leonard Cohen,
Jesper Dahlback,
cv313,
Ludus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rites of Spring,
The Flesh Eaters,
Glenn Branca,
Robert Görl,
Soul Sonic Force,
Banda Bassotti,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Morten Harket,
Massinfluence,
Black Flag,
Theoretical Girls,
Magma,
Amon Düül,
Whodini,
Kaleidoscope,
Can,
The Victims,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Wake,
The Gories,
Vladislav Delay,
Little Man,
The Remains,
Eric Dolphy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Funky Four + One,
Joey Negro,
PIL,
Bluetip,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DNA,
Aural Exciters,
Interpol,
John Foxx,
Pole,
Todd Rundgren,
Hardrive,
Fluxion,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.