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 Estonia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb 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 the Bar-Kays to the crunk 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Lakeside,
Pagans,
Desert Stars,
Khruangbin,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scion,
Infiniti,
The Slits,
Darondo,
Glenn Branca,
Terrestrial Tones,
Deadbeat,
Mr. Review,
Juan Atkins,
Ralphi Rosario,
New Order,
Thompson Twins,
Absolute Body Control,
Derrick Morgan,
Sound Behaviour,
Franke,
Panda Bear,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eric Copeland,
Index,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Misunderstood,
Arab on Radar,
David Axelrod,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cluster,
T.S.O.L.,
Patti Smith,
Eli Mardock,
The Gories,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Babytalk,
Vladislav Delay,
EPMD,
The Vogues,
Vainqueur,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Agent Orange,
Harry Pussy,
Stetsasonic,
Quando Quango,
Tim Buckley,
Section 25,
Nick Fraelich,
The Move,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lindisfarne,
Q65,
Roy Ayers,
Brothers Johnson,
Janne Schatter,
Icehouse,
Hot Snakes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.