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 Slovakia and from Paris.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 The Count Five to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Morten Harket,
Ash Ra Tempel,
K-Klass,
John Coltrane,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fluxion,
Nation of Ulysses,
Faust,
Kaleidoscope,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Derrick Morgan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cramps,
Technova,
Jacob Miller,
Hot Snakes,
Ossler,
Bobby Hutcherson,
DNA,
The Toasters,
Lee Hazlewood,
The United States of America,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Excepter,
The Associates,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gun Club,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lindisfarne,
Derrick May,
David McCallum,
Harry Pussy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Busters,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fire Engines,
Robert Hood,
Young Marble Giants,
Roger Hodgson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Blake Baxter,
Nico,
New Age Steppers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Matthew Bourne,
the Human League,
Donald Byrd,
T.S.O.L.,
Fad Gadget,
Glambeats Corp.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Television Personalities,
Girls At Our Best!,
Moebius,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.